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’s 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 a scattered fire across the fields,
fireflies, thousands of feeble torches
that suddenly fade when I approach you