(Cont.d)In the cool shade,
washerwomen and good for nothings, and then St. Peter
asking you a string of questions
with a touch of madness:
and you, pleased and happy, going around
passing the night in caves
or in the open air..
that’s the way I used to dream of you,
good natured and patient, O Nazarene...
The years flew by...
As I read the holy pages
of St. Luke, St. Mark and St. John,
always the same
I saw you passing through the world,
a savior of people and crucified...
Afterwards I saw him
in ancient paintings and in new ones, portrayed
with weary and forlorn arms
upon the cross,
or, in the deep shade of a fig tree,
raising his strong voice, with arms outstretched,
calm and powerful,