The lampare lights
go out at the Greek dawn
and the night tide
leaves the bed of the sands
at the first Sun
and the seagulls fly
on the coastal landscapes
the sea has the wind of the ancients
travellers in search of colonies and treasures
The epic lives again
from Mount Imetto delle Api
to the temple of Poseidon
rural twilights
and the shadow opens with the Moon
in the air the breath of an old
world erodes the sense of my time
L 'odyssey will return
for an instant from Olympus
along with the song of sirens

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