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Among the whimsical candlesticks,

among the venerable cobweb

you comes to realize that we are not immortal.

Without hiding your pale face,

without projecting the shade

you go among the indifferent stone walls,

and the eyes of the pallid phantoms of truth follow you.

While in the neutrino realm of spectres,

in the land of mirrors, creepers and shells,

you can hear the wet mumble of nosferatus

and see the hearts that were drunk by them.  

Now words spread like circles over water;

and again a star falls into Erebus.

And the panpipe lulls you for dreams

brought by the winds:  

“Well, my friend, well,

here you are.

With the exquisite ancient setting

I’ll frame your pain and sorrow,

your pain and sorrow,

your first fright

in the face of eternity”.