Now they can leave me in peace
and grow used to my absence.
I am going to close my eyes.
I only want five things,
Five chosen roots.
One is an endless love.
Two is to see the autumn.
I cannot exist without leaves.
Flying and falling to earth.
The third is the solemn winter,
the rain I loved, the caress
of fire in the rough cold.
My fourth is the summer,
Plump as a watermelon.
And fifthly, your eyes.
Matilde, my dear love,
I will not sleep without your eyes,
I will not exist but in your gaze.
I adjust the spring
for you to follow me with your eyes.
That, friends, is all I want.
Next to nothing, close to everything.