I'M HAPPY when I say I'm happy it's not true that I'm happy real happiness would draw its dry hands over my tongue and silence me would stand inside me owning the form I was in a minute ago unmoving eyes fixed on the world as on someone I love happiness would be me and I could live in the before and aftermath setting a fire or pouring water on it stepping out of sight or returning moving along with or against the wind also moving over the earth treasuring the low burning that heats me without cruelty and I would say at that moment I was not a person not a person at all though like others in appearance I had no being having become for a moment happy