looking for the simple

Roberto Savasta, DAYS 14,251,572

BARILOCHE

Looking for the simple, even if you don’t believe it,

I get entangled in the seaweed on the tide.

Looking for a refuge, a clearing in the world,

a certain refuge in this storm.

Nothing more beautiful than genuine love,

healing the wound of so many thorns,

for having walked, in all my years

on this way.

There’s no rush, the door is open,

the table served, the rest does not count.

An open future waits patiently

the light that reflects my steps searching,

footprints that are recorded in the great path

Of all my years of winning and losing

just restless feet, searching and searching.

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