Being   be is to be the weaver whose fingers are, 
 be sensitive to light and space, 
 is to be a farmer, 
 and feel that you hide a treasure 
 in every seed you sow, 
 is to be a sinner or a hunter who has pity on 
 fish and game hunting 
 but who feels the need for more human!  
 I wish each of you take part in 
 purpose of every man, 
 because only then you can make your own design!  
 be bold and not timid  
 be Further, not skimpy  
 do you use to accomplish what you is essential  
 be is to be wise is to be foreign 
 crazy! 
 is to be strong, but not 
 depends on the weak!  
 is simple and straightforward 
 with the elderly, and 
 sit down with them, 
 in the shade of old oak, 
 well you go ahead with the Spring!  
 is to seek and be a poet 
 well in his presence, 
 desire nothing, doubts nothing   
 
 
  is to know that the holy and the fisherman 
 are twins!  
 be is to follow the beauty 
 and although it has wings and 
 that you did not follow 
! 
 where beauty does not exist, there is nothing!  
 be a garden without walls, without a vineyard keeper  
 open a treasure forever!    
 be devalued, deceived, cheated, yes, abused, trapped and then mocked, and despite all this 
 say basically saying that this is nothing ... 
 and smile!  
 knowing that spring will come into your garden!  
 you rise above your words  
 but your path will remain a rhythm and a perfume  
 rhythm for lovers and those who are loved  
 a fragrance for those who want to live in a garden  
 you rise above your words to a peak  
 and you go down lower than your words 
 and you will see a cave Hidden 
 that returns the echo of voices low 
 you are unable to hear now!  
 you go lower than 
 all sounds true to the heart of the earth and there  
 you tighten 
 alone with him who also works on the voice!   
 wisdom Angel! 
 he knows the ways of men  
 and rest assured he smiled when the prophets 
 smile and cry when they cry too!  
 you are like the roots, 
 you are single and yet you have wisdom 
 Earth  
 you are silent, and yet you carry in your arms 
 unborn the heart of the four winds  
 you are frail and shapeless, and yet  
 you the beginning giant oak!  
 yet the time comes  
 those who lose their way a thousand times 
 will welcome back home!  
 angels are tired of evil!