Dei sepolcri

“Siedon custodi de’ sepolcri, e quando

il tempo con le sue fredde ali vi spazza

fin le rovine, le Pimplèe fan lieti

di loro canto i deserti, e l’armonia

vince di mezzi secoli il silenzio.”


“They sit the guardians of the tombs, and when

Time with  its cold wings sweeps into oblivion

Even the ruin of the sepulchres,

The Pimplean goddesses waken to joy

The desert with their song, and harmony

Conquers the silence of a thousand years.”


Dei sepolcri, Ugo Foscolo † 1807

Love In A Dying World, Samantha Stella & Nero Kane, California † 2017



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