Scents, poetry, sanctity of Sardinia,
Bent coasts dancing in the sea,
Like mothers bellies sunken by salt.
Then the earth emerges towards the sky:
Here is Nuoro, the Baronia and the Barbagia.
The night draws long
womens shadows, slow ones, like prayers confused
by the deaf echo of cowbells
spreading in the mountains.
And the last sun glides away, sliding on the wounded corks,
That tell about knowledge, dignity and wisdom.