Through Owl's Eyes

Also this evening, the moon has risen
drowned in a color red and too vague,
Vesper is not seen, it is blurred,
the tip of the stylus is broken.
What horoscope can be drawn tonight, Wizard?


I Filemazio, chief physician, mathematician, astronomer, perhaps wise
reduced to groping around like a blind man,
I do not have the knowledge or the courage
to do this’ horoscope, by divine response,
will rest here and wait for day return

and I must say, I must say, it may be too old to understand,
I’ve lost my mind in some kind of abuse, or idleness,
But changing the standard stars in the night ‘s equinox.
Or maybe I, maybe I’ve underestimated this new god.
I read it in me and in the signs that something is changing,
but it is a weak omen that does not say how and when …

I left the ‘other night, almost unconsciously,
down to the harbor where you lose Bosphoreion
the land in the sea almost to nothing
and then returns to earth and is no longer the West:
what is that to this sea to be blue or green?

I could hear the singing of drunken obscene,
of people and empty-eyed painted …
racecourse, brothel and Nordic soldiers,
Romans and Greeks shout where you went …
Swearing in and I felt Alamanno Goto …

City absurd, strange city of the emperor married a bitch,
of enormous mobs, mazes and impiety,
of barbarians who might already know the truth,
philosophers and ethereal, suspended between two worlds, between two eras …
Fortuna and age have decided one day soon,
or fate chooses to ask my hand, but …

Byzantium is perhaps unfathomable only a symbol,
secret and ambiguous as this life,
Byzantium is a myth that I was not usual,
Byzantium is a dream that is incomplete,
Byzantium, perhaps never existed
and still do not know and ‘other night is gone,
Lucifer is already risen, and stands up a bit ‘of wind,
it’s cold on the tower or the ‘age of my patient,
confuse life and death and do not know who has gone …
I cover my head with his cloak and no longer feel,
and I fall asleep, I fall asleep, I fall asleep …

Byzantium Constantinople Istanbul: gateway to the Orient, sea, light, wind, rain, gulls fill the sky full of stars, Europe, Asia, clouds chasing each other and intertwine, slender minarets, turquoise tiles, shrill muezzin at dawn, mysteries, magic, chaos and desire to return ..