There was a pleasant breeze

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Is it I who walks tonight in my room

 

or is it the beggar who was prowling in my garden at nightfall?

 

I look around and find that everything is the same

 

and it is not the same

 

Was the window open?

 

Had I not already fallen asleep?

 

Was not the garden pale green? . . .

 

The sky was clear and blue . . .

 

And there are clouds and it is windy

 

and the garden is dark and gloomy.

 

I think that my hair was black . . .

 

I was dressed in grey . . .

 

And my hair is grey

 

and I am wearing black . . .

 

Is this my gait?

 

Does this voice, which now resounds in me,

 

have the rhythms of the voice I used to have?

 

Am I myself or am I the beggar

 

who was prowling in my garden at nightfall?

 

I look around . . .

 

There are clouds and it is windy . . .

 

The garden is dark and gloomy . . .

 

I come and go . . .

 

Is it not true that I had already fallen asleep?

 

My hair is grey . . .

 

And everything is the same and it is not the same . . .

Done