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