Here I am, here you have me, passing through, like everyone else;
but ready to dream, so that my verses will be voices that give light.
I believe in grief, in feelings,
in all that comes from within and provokes a revolution from without.
I leave you these parts of my life.
I hope they serve you for something, or for much.
I am nothing, and probably never will be,
but I will try to be what I have dreamed of
and that is already my triumph: actually being it is what matters least.