I restrained the curiosity to go back to the roots.
The fake ardour of fleeting encounters and the urgency of events have passed, now the time is ripe.
I left her to do what she knows how to do best: refine, enhance, enrich.
In religious silence, I enjoy the last sip. The ceremony is over, now I can savour the spiritual essence of life itself.
I immerse myself in this enveloping, vertiginous experience.
I rediscover the joyful cries of a child, the discoveries along the paths of the fields, the scents of vineyards in autumn.
I thank the sun, the earth, the water, man. And, appreciative, I extol my praises to life.
In closing, one word comes to my mind, a last, definite word.