Rettangolo con angoli arrotondati:

THE WANDERER

 

It was in the early morning of my life

that I looked at the vast,

surround the horizon in his pure blue sky,

embracing the world.

 

It was when I looked at the sun

in the early steps of my thoughts,

hidden and shy ,

behind the boundary of my time.

 

It was than,

that I realized the emptiness of my soul

and the plenitude of my spirit,

belonging somewhere

on the other side of the sun.

 

It was the flight of a bird,

breaking whit of its song

the silent of the motionless air,

and the twitter of his song,

that they revealed to me the secret of my struggle.

 

It was the mister and the beauty of the nature

that invited me to follow thee mist of the clouds,

the leaping flames of the sun

and the living light of the stars.

 

But is the Lord that I wander,

peacefully to reach out

with sacrifice of my flesh,

with my humble heart

and the glory of His Love

CATANIA

 

 

Dalla risacca,

ove l’onda s’infrange,

spuma e diventa musica,

 

lungo il serpeggiar del magma

tra Lognina e la Civita ti estendi,

o Catania, di bellezza colma.

 

Dal nord, fugge il fiume Amenano,

dal giardino della dea e sbocca in via Etnea

con l’acqua che porta sotto mano,

 

all’elefante, che nel Duomo,

presidia la piazza a favor

del sindaco gentiluomo.

 

Dai teatri illustri, lungo la marina

a quello comunale del Bastione è,

ancor legata la memoria cittadina.

 

Civita, or tu, guardi ad oriente

annoverando i giorni, per far prezioso

il tuo passato già nobile e potente.

 

Ti ristori e sei ridente

quando grida a San.Agata,

il popolo tuo credente.