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,
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
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.