Vestita di nubi

gli andava incontro.

Sensuale nei passi ritmati,

stridula nei fruscii a terra.

I capelli raccolti

e al vento boccoli ribelli .

Così camminava

e le sue mani erano coltelli.

Lo sfiorò sorpresa

e si sciolse in pianto.

Lento s’accasciava a terra dissanguando.

Così nacque l’Aurora.

Walking thoughtless through the wood

Wandering demented through my depressive mood

The scent of daffodils caressing my face

Breeze, coming from the ocean, refreshing my hair

Convinced I want to escape my despair

I entered a cave.

Freshness penetrated my bones

A smell of humidity in the air

My shelter, my retreat

Far away from the outer world.

I found a waterfall

Under the pouring stream

I washed my hair and thought it was a dream.

Water embraced me

Like a mother would have done

And my dispair was gone.

Then thorpor invaded my body

And I fell asleep.