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Inspired by the trinity,

                                      the one God, the two Goddesses,

                                      the spirit duly languishes,

                                      beholding Eternal City.

                                      Bell towers throughout the springtide,

                                      procure an ochrous state of peace,

                                      more truthful and more dignified,

                                      though the rushes are yet to cease.

                                      Paternal law’s authority,

                                      the Roman oven manifest,

                                      and polished down towards the West,

                                      beholding Eternal City.

                                      Deserted ruins yet living,

                                      twinkle their eyes at one and all,

                                      cumulation ever giving,

                                      sentries holding themselves still tall.

                                      Great maternal sagacity,

                                      plunges down to the river bed,

                                      in summer at once to ascend,

                                      beholding Eternal City.

                                      Then you gather all unawares,

                                      for now with immigrants you swell,

                                      from countries, circuses and fairs,

                                      where saints are not suffered to dwell.

                                      Growing murmurs of fraternity,

                                      in the innocent cub’s defence,

                                      and the Demon, in fear, laments,

                                      beholding Eternal City.

                                      Like the lantern’s lucidity,

                                      my body’s soul – yours, theirs aswell,

                                      you’ll  never really bid farewell,

                                      beholding Eternal City.

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                                       Valentí Gómez-Oliver                                                                                     (del libro LOCUS NAKED)