Driving to work I saw myself
how stupid I had been in my last three years
with my two lovely kids
my silent wife
my shining mistress
and above all, with myself

Coming and going from my pretty house
with flowers all around and lawn *******
with my finest books, waiting for me in my ***** room upstairs,
my long beautiful illness
& all kind of stuff
I was blessed every inch of these days
You are blessed, so ******* blessed, doctor Cozan

looking at stars with your boy through a shining telescope
in these silent nights of August
with fresh coffee sitting on Spinoza' s Ethic
and, sometimes,
listening to a deadly symphony of cows

and I never thought of myself as the happiest ******* on Earth
I've never cried for anybody
even now, when I' m waiting for nothing
(watching my daily ****)
and thinking of her, the luckiest strike I’d ever had.