I surrender on a bridge whose wounded arms

aspire to touch the sycamores,

since human print has been forgotten

a virgin beauty dominates the edge

and my tired soul lays on this shrine

sanctified by the Tiber’s floods

I surrender on a solitary island whose broken back

is surrounded by the river whispers,

I respect the silence you poured around me

it’s deafening

but I let the words rusting in my mouth

The glow of these summer nights

is not so bright anymore

we are scattered fire across the fields,

fireflies, thousands of feeble torches

that suddenly fade when I approach you