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L'ESTATE DEI SILENZI (The Summer Of Silence)

A gloomy decade has been dismissed
With a last burst of flame,
It was Summer time again
And it caught us like a wild monkey
Piercing our adolescent loin
And turning it into a pure light of creation,
Just like in the old age of Thyrrenian people
The sea is the conclusion of every journey.
An Etruscan sea
And a journey of mystery,
Clear rites of passage
In the frescos of Tarquinia.
It was just like having seen
The fragrant blood
Of a world that was still young
Circulating
Into this crippled and withered era...

Then we would have gratefully put
The Heroes’ bundle aside
By that time reduced to be a burden of cobblestones.
We were not exactly reconciled
But a bit more aware and self-respecting:
To be stylish is to be free.

We would have been damned in the end
Because of our poor intuition,
In our endemic carelessness
We were unable to recognize
The neutral and cruel look
That Mother Nature was reserving
To the agonies and pains
Of every one of her good creatures.

So damned because we weren't able to hear
Echoes of caves and gorges
And of more spectral essences
In the depth of long-lasting lethargies.
And how not to find the pungent smell
Of the slaughter
In that coarse cult of vitality
That we're a little proud of, after all?

But in the middle of a station's crossroads
August Fire, the servant
Was addressing badly the forgetful ones,
Saying there's always a stick ready that,
Like an Atlantic aphasia,
We'll call it “Freedom”
(It will be our “Freedom”)

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