clouds crying in the dark
As a soothing  melody marks the demise.

Between seven great hills,
Of which Palatine has more importance,
A single city came out from nowhere,
The one that had been called Rome,
The one that would rule everything.
While I was driving,
By the crowded ways,
My eyes could appreciate,
A familiar silhouette,
The amphitheater,
In all its glory,
Shimmering like in past times,
As if it could have never been affected,
By the pass of time,
And so, I stopped my car,
For admiring the landscape,
It is an ideal place,
Full of mysteries,
And beauty everywhere.

Monday, the nineth,
a special day for you,
even when you are not with us,
during this day, I want to thank you
for all the wisdom you gave,
for all the things you taught me,
for all your will and sense of humor
that made me laugh everyday-
consider me, my uncle,
as your living legacy.
I will complete all the things
for which God didn´t let you
enough time.
and tonight,
while i´m holding a candle,
that i´ll light in your memory,
I´ll just whisper to the little flame,
happy birthday, my uncle.