Poem by Aimaproject ©

My heart is swollen tonight,
it’s full as the sail of an ancient warship,
as creased ensignes,
treasons pierced by the air.

Anyway
the sailing ship
carries on moving on
regardless.

Man at sea! Man at sea!
Let’s not save him.

Come folgore dal cielo
Come nembo di tempesta
Canta il motto della gloria *

* Hymn of the Italians Army Folgore Parachute Brigade : author Anonymous (Like lightnings from the sky/ Like clouds in the storm/ Sing the motto of glory )