From my lips drips substance made of life and viridity,
In my eyes a sparkle diminishes its power day by day,
In my limbs vigor cedes slowly to tremors, and aridity
In my future, decades on, one can foresee, but on my way
To that indolent brittleness I vow to maintain unchanged,
Steadily and unfalteringly, the creed in an indelible fate.
The photo’s source: Roby’s personal archive.