Do you want a cup of coffee? It won't be a minute.

Where do you think you are going, when it's still dark?

To dig up dust?

Stop a second, Giovanni, we must die anyhow,

and this spade, these tomatoes and zucchini,

you won't be taking them along with you.

So, what about some coffee?

But I'm asking the wind,

because Giovanni is already beyond the bend,

with his tomatoes and zucchini,

his eyes all laughing inside.