Oh my past, I will join my hands
so that I can finally
drink at the sun cup to never meet you again
finally I can loose you in empty buildings
in the thick morning fog
in the sick eye of the white stone
where rests the mystery dream and some detail
in my being an ancient daughter of vagueness
for a time that is not, nor it is neither it will ever be.
English Translation by Claudia Piccinno