Before Us Poem by Gianfranco Aurilio

So often, when we talk to someone
we think there's just a human body before us,
if even that,
but we're wrong.
There's so much more.
In those eyes looking at us
in those two chinks
which move before us
full of everything
there is joy, disappointment,
bitterness, experience,
there is suffering, endurance,
mirth and sadness,
there are stories to tell
to keep secret
to forget and to remember
and then tears
laughter
treasures.
Everyone
everyone everywhere
is a tiny
infinite universe.