L’aria profumava di primavera 

(e secoli di storia) 

Non bastarono “gloria al padre”         

Per l’Abruzzo non ci fu pietà.            

Se arrivò fino al cielo.     

Springtime scented the air

With Easter at the door

The ground that for a time had trembled

Opened itself

To swallow

Men Women and Children

(and centuries of history)

Even the lost fruits

The hymns “Glory to God” and “Avemaria”

Weren’t enough

For Abruzzo there was no pity.

The echo og that scream

Who knows

If it reached to heaven

The expanse

Of blue

A farce

To distant lives…

(Traduzione)Pamela Allegretto Franz