"Enduring is just empty." F. Brines
Akragas (Agrigento) "The most beautiful city of mortals." Photo of Joseph Biedermann (Empedocles Akragas)
is now time to return things,
when the land and sea are covered with a shadow
slow and temples fade, Fosca, in space
shake my steps in this mysterious island.
I remember you with more beauty you
the deities were worshiped here;
more spirit with you, as you live.
There is anguish in the heart
because he loves you, and explain all these old columns:
A burning eyes, some time, saw this land
and found sources miscellaneous things
and warned that the opposing spirits entwined
to have change, and so explain life.
this afternoon, with deep eyes, I found the intimacy of the World:
With only one principle which housed the chest,
out my vision of the valley
more calls the universe to be hate and pain, as
to watch the movement created things
I saw that in a moment, became extinct,
and things man.
The city, high, is powered up,
and hear the barking long live in the countryside:
this is the passage from death, mingling with life.
These stones noblest only time the play,
have not yet reached the splendor of your hair
and they, slower, also suffer the inevitable happened.
I know you have lived in excess,
and this strong pain of existence
demeans thought. Today
repugnant to the spirit
so mysterious beauty, both sweet rest, so much deceit.
This city is a beautiful place to wait for anything
if the heart and encourages cold,
contemplate the fall of the day fade
meat.
But today, with the temples of the gods,
look down on the ground the black sky
and feel it is my life who stuns death.
Francisco Brines
Sometimes the poet has tried to unravel the mystery
some portion of life from scratch the riddle to find
change the glow off of significance. And
the words appear. And with them the trick of seeming clarity,
or just a glimpse of light,
thirst for man, and dragged through the aesthetic emotion, that time seems sufficient
.
Francisco Brines
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