«Non lasciare l’anima alla pigrizia! / Per non fare buchi nell’acqua, / Sia di giorno che di notte / Ad essa non si addice la fiacca! Inseguila nella bufera, / Tra gli alberi schiantati, / Trascinala di tappa in tappa / Tra campi e borri innevati! Non fare che dorma nel letto / Al...»
«In depths of heaven in a bottle, / Where palms have withered long ago, / A window in a glass would wobble, / Beneath an electronic glow; / As if in gold it shone and played, / Then sank and settled, gaining weight; / Above a mist of beer would glide... / A scene which cannot be describ...»
«Inside of this birchen grove, / Far away from misfortune and woe, / Which, blushing pink, will rove / The continuous day-breaking glow, / Where, from highness arboreal, / Clear leaf avalanches arrive, / Sing a desert song, golden oriole, / Sing the song of my life. Flying over a meado...»
«At a minuscule medium gazing, / Through Leeuwenhoek's magic device, / Our science has put the amazing / Signs of life in front of out eyes. A realm of collapse and formation, / A link of an infinite chain, / A miraculous, full of creation, / Be it tiny and feeble, domain. Neither small...»