No, not under the vault of another sky, not under the shelter of other wings. I was with my people then, there where my people were doomed to be.

You will hear thunder and remember me, and think: she wanted storms.

You will hear thunder and remember me, And think: she wanted storms. The rim Of the sky will be the colour of hard crimson, And your heart, as it was then, will be on fire.

I myself, from the very beginning, Seemed to myself like someone's dream or delirium Or a reflection in someone else's mirror, Without flesh, without meaning, without a name. Already I knew the list of crimes That I was destined to commit.

... he is rewarded with a form of eternal childhood, with the bounty and vigilance of the stars, the whole world was his inheritance and he shared it with everyone.

It was a time when only the dead smiled, happy in their peace.

Italy is a dream that keeps returning for the rest of your life.