to write or not to write?

Yesterday evening I was reading a book about Yoga - a book that my mother gave me, a couple of months ago.
While a was reading with interest the meaningful inspirations about the importance of meditation and breathing correctly, my Love, my Witte Haai was writing.
He, after one year or so, yesterday has started to write again - I presume, a little novel. I like the way he writes, immediate and misterious at the same time. I was quite happy to see him writing again.
And then I thought: why did I quit to write poems? It was my favourite way to approach writing, and it has always been together with singing and painting the activity I like most.
Of course, none of these have been carried out in the recent yearS. Embarassing.

anyway. It is never too late to take back what I have and let it grow again. And because, as I've just written yesterday, I am backing up my docs in the computer, I found this old thing I wrote three years ago.
Well it's in Italian, but I don't want to change it in any other language. Every thought is meant to be in a specific language. This is in Italian and will remain like this.

L’esistenza in questa vita è un ambizioso e breve viaggio

e noi siamo i viaggiatori

che con coraggio e ostinazione

cerchiamo di essere vincitori.

Ma qual è la più grande vittoria,

il successo, il denaro o la gloria?

È un quesito senza risposta,

poiché tutto è perituro

e la vittoria materiale è tanto vacua quanto insoddisfacente.

Quello che resterà di noi

Sarà l’amore che avremo saputo donare

Sarà la ricerca della conoscenza che saremo riusciti a coltivare

E la consapevolezza e la gioia che niente potrà cambiare

il nostro ritorno alla Luce, alla fine del tragitto,

il cuore colmo di gratitudine, per essere giunti al Termine e al Nuovo Inizio.