Cunto ‘e lampare

Nu paese
                  puveriello…
                  scale, rocce,
                  stradulelle…
                          sbatte ‘o mare,
                          corre ‘o viento
                          varche e vele
                          a turmentá…
                  E’ partuto
                  nu straniero,
                  è rimasta
                  na figliola…
                          tutt”e nnotte,
                          na fenesta…
                          arde ‘nnanze a nu chi sa…
 
                  Falle nu cunto ‘e lampare,
                          mare,
                          mare…
                  Ogne fiammella ca sponta,
                          conta,
                          conta…
                  Dille ca sta pe’ turná,
                          nun ‘a fá chiagnere…
                  Falle n’altare ‘e lampare,
                          mare,
                          mare…
                                               II
                  Luntananza
                  senza pace,
                  piscature
                  senza voce…
                          Penza ognuno:
                          – Nun ll’ha scritto!