Some years passed  An awful shine in Ares still resists  Tessalia, in weeping, esteems your children  (that still scream in despair in the black river Cocito )  Quavering of the branches is not heard  Nor the roar of the leaves if sees  As it's impious Notus that doesn't spread  (the drops scarlets that remained to the dew)  A soul is crying  The silence to lay down her in their arms  A dream is inside of the hill  The pain is strong as steel  The iniquity is still in the air  Horsemen executioner dances in the flames  I can feel the happiness of those malicious  That they smiled to each dropped blood  Was livid the look of childhood  In the liquid vital human  Today it remains a single star  Incautious, protecting of the last rose  Whispers...  A sweet and sad glance   Emptiness and hardly ever present  She reflects the grass to her side   Destroyed by the breathing of Etna  The tremor of chaos still alive   Taciturn; clamors the voice of fear  Only the ancestry of rose   Keeps the shadow of new world  Alone in the Belona's garden  Veiling withered seeds  A frozen funeral  Where the cry is the smile of relief  Some years passed  The dark sky greets the new station  A fine rain, where rays don't transpose  The car sun nor usurps the Aurora's veil  The past buries memories  Where nobody can arrive  The future expelled imaginary lines where, Atropos, will never be able to find  A bird flies until me and says:  The end of blue sphere approaches to every new day