Rome shrouded in fog - the plague
Augusto left us with a saying of this:
"I will rest only when Rome will shine again"
Immortality is in doing and undertaking…
Any means is good for healing the infected people
So we leave the highest hill,
of Rome, shrouded in a dark fog
It seems that it
is sinking into tragedy
Love you, love
you like that, with a crazy love!
Ovid sang his
verses to the sick city
Shakespeare told
us this task
Folks, folks,
every remedy seems hidden
But in reality
the cure has already been found!
Already found
exclaimed Pegasus !
Hurray, cheer we
are safe and sound
Remember only
your courage will I be able to save you
Said the poet,
stop it or horse with your noise!
When we got in
front of the senate
An acrid, acrid
smell of sulfur
It emanated from
such a triumphal arch
We entered and
heard a frenzied shouting
Tomorrow follows
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