l ‚ani vivant

se u
biting
rispiru ingordu
u duminiu maschili
defile
i vivi
l ‚armi
sempre
mette

si pesa lu
in la menti
l “ omi
la matri
a so
di lu munnu
di e cose
e
l ‚ani vivant

The uncovered soul is spoken

And why
enough
it not
The reverberation
Of your looks
Your words
the Holy
Fire the
flaming
In the mind
burns

Still in
humility
Constantly
celebrate
and not
to ask
to suffer

Whether it is
Only the
imagination
The uncovered
soul
Is spoken

 

Da snosi

i zašto
dovoljno
to ne
odjekivanje
oči
tvoje riječi
sveta
vatra koja
goreći
u vidu
opekline

šutnja
u
poniznost
otporan na
slaviti
a ne
pitati
da snosi

Bilo da je to
je samo
mašta
predstavio
duša
govorio