Lu Bummulu Racconta Selinunte 628. A.C.

Now I write my poetry of the first chapter. To this old Selinunte Once full of life days now sad, now festive crying, laughter, smell of celery and good things to eat now there is a dead silence alone and all destroyed waiting for the sun to gain strength and with the beautiful days people stroll and give a smell of life to this deathly silence

lettura della mia poesia in siciliano e in italiano