at the bottom of night's circle
I chase the whistle of the wind
that incessantly blows, it shakes the time
it wakes far echoes,
it takes the infinity elasping with itself

...and the stars that are set in the sky
dominate the evolution
waiting taht the sun [bad word] aout again to take them away
in a continuously costant motion
that millennium lives have breathed

into the depth of iris
the full Cosmos...