In these days
All the wind in the world blows in your direction.
The Big Dipper corrects the tip of its tail
and it crowns you with the star that guides the mine.
The seas have been twisted
with no little pain towards your coasts.
Rain draws on your head
the thirst of millions of trees,
the flowers curse you dying jealous.
In these days the sun does not come out, but your face,
and in the silent silence of time your eyes cry:
Oh! of these terrible days,
Oh! of the indescribable.
In these days
there is no possible absolutio for man,
for the fierce, the beast that roars and sings blind,
that remote animal that devours and devours
springs
In these days the sun does not come out, but your face,
and in the silent silence of time your eyes cry:
Oh! of these terrible days,
Oh! of the name they carry,
Oh! of how many leave,
Oh! of how many are left.
Oh! of all things
that swell this second,
Oh! of these terrible days,
killers of the world.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)