Another child of Italian peninsula -
he was, of course, from Rome.
He lived at the seashore in his villa,
bonded to a facing by the stones.
I saw him committing suicide
in the presence of so many people,
with his friends by his side,
and under the enemies' steeple
I want to turn Seneca’s grave rocks
to talk to him about Death and Life.
The truth is under thousands of locks,
and there is no clear sight
for the difference between human lies
and the moral of their teaching.
How can we believe in smiles or cries?
Did Seneca understand the meaning?
Tacitus, you were close to the Roman times.
Tacitus, did Seneca show human sickness?
Is it a confusion of the human minds?
Does Seneca deserve our forgiveness?
For us getting rid of our fragility before rulers,
For us being independent of circumstances,
For us fighting external, rude intruders,
For us preserving our common senses