For Walt Whitman

See in my poem the most common link simple elan that is not difficult understand... Feel in my thought how relative to deny or claim ... See in my point of view constancy and flexibility... the search for the truth, the pursuit of the ethereal but with good reason ... Feel in my spirit the no stridency but the conscience and the humility of a street beggar ... Compare me like what there is more pure like perfume of recent roses ... Compare me with the proximity of heavenly bodies, cosmic dust that we don't see, but happens... Always read me, (don't lose me) on the slope cosmopolitan universality, but telluric always ... Don't read on me, (may I preserve myself) incitement to violence, hate... Throw me, reduce me to the common thought... Note that I keep idealism: I'm synthetic, I'm superlative, syncretic ... always human ...!