The day when the great empire of Rome,

Laying among the scattered rubbles

Of the ruins

Of his land

In his eyes

Is just like the day you left,

Disappeared in the distant wind.

That day your black cape danced, and swirled,

Like a black bird, casting a dark omen,

That I could not read.

That day you smiled

Holding the gift in your warm, familiar hands,

And bid farewell.

And your voice,

Dissolving, dying, disappearing

From the horizon

I could never reach.

My hope rekindled,

With your last word,

And I always believe

In your return.