About fear

Words are half-lost,
things are half-hidden,
and men half-gestures, half-silence.

Over fields and cities fear
goes on silencing one by one,
the voices of the living and the dead,
and men half-gestures, half-silence.

But it can't be forever,
but it isn't forever,
but it won't be forever.
We too are life,
with our silences
and our words,
with our houses made
of work and of hopes.

Words are half-lost,
things are half-hidden,
and men, and men, and men...