On this earth made of fire and wind
I saw you pass by
As well as all the other things that pass by
But unlike these
You paused for a moment on your path
And in doing so you stopped time
The stars were sparkling silently
The ocean was murmuring softly
That night, your lips were like
A frozen cross to which my thoughts
Nailed themselves and in the morning
They were pouring with blood
But you pretended not to see
On the first of the paths you found
You began again to walk
Perhaps because it is your destiny
To pass by as well as all the other things that pass by
Giuseppe Calamo
