Cefalu!

Sea and ancient Spume of sea United joined To scent of ancient Unique Cefalu! How many tales How many nights How many tales Between your streets Your walls your green Up to the houses and The stones. If stones could speak Speak Beauty and Speak Venus Arising from an early Sea-shell marble-type They would speak And speak loud: Cefalu! The houses here dream To seagulls’ screams Under the wings of Morpheus The songs of Mnemosyne Under the spell of island Where you stay Under the distant smell Of burning Aetna. If stones could speak Speak Beauty and Speak Venus-Dawn They would speak And speak loud: Cefalu!