"Sometimes I feel
like a poor hill
and other times
like a mountain
of repeating peaks.Sometimes I feel
like a cliff
and other times a sky
blue but far.Sometimes one is
a geyser between rocks
and other times a tree
with its last leaves.
But today I barely feel
like an insomniac lagoon
like a pier bereft of boats
a green lagoon
immobile and patient
happy with its algae
its moss and its fish,
serene in my confidences
confident that one afternoon
you will come closer and look at yourself,
and see yourself in your looking at me" Mario Benedetti