Down below in the desolate depth,    as far as the eye forgathers with the dreadful curse,    horizons open and split the earth.    Spectral sombre lights envisage their rebirth.          I sense the arrival    of pernicious invisibles,    of entangled whispers in the depth.    A plague of unborn emerges out of summoned tides.    A never dying fever?    A vision crystal clear?          Thousand tongues burst my veins.    My arms open wide,    to embrace the dead,    the unborn child.