Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound / In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat /On the silent sea we have heard the sound / That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.
Lie still, sleep becalmed, sufferer with the wound / In the throat, burning and turning. All night afloat /On the silent sea we have heard the sound / That came from the wound wrapped in the salt sheet.
la Dimora del Tempo sospeso 