Sick Child

Child lying In a deep pallor Looking out of a balcony The last greeting To island nature Sunset is preparing To surrender to the darkness The gloomy and regal laurel And the flight of the swifts In the gulf and the plain Sitting with a hat On the bald head Without the blond hair The white little legs Reflecting the rays Of a summer sun Your gaze is laying Now on the surf Of the waves that come To their end Now on the olive trees And on the vines That from the high cliff Leap in the infinite blue Your silent mother From behind sees you And sigh to the sky To make you a miracle Her hand reposing On your heart To have you still there With her in everlasting love But you're flying now With your mind On white steeds To places that are Forelocked to us You already turn Between the marine phalanges With whitish helmets And the deafening clang A castle of solar flames Is the fortress From which you raise Leader of your dreamlike armies Now there is the oblivion Of the mortal enemy Who is sieging you You that your body To it g-r-a-d-u-a-l-l-y abandon And the mirage persists And it lays thee Upon the wings of the sea-hawk Then to the gallop of the stallion That always neighed When you came back from school The last farewell with your mind To your little house of red and warm bricks With the roof of dark beams To the vases with fragrant oregano To the geraniums and to the oleander bush "Goodbye friends Yellow ginestra that whistles Solitary pine Scent of green algae!” "The pain calls me But the feeling of an Infinite Fills me with joy And gives me oblivion.” “For a moment I shiver for my fever But then I am heartened By the grassy cliffs The reddish vines And the voice of mum Whispering to me ‘My love!’”