It is Summer, It is Summer It is summer, it is summer, the pomegranates are in flower, we are relaxing drinking the cold wine. The orchard are in blossom beside the Lupii road, past the deathly dust, and the landscape is silent in the sun. We are having a red fire in the green of the night. The noon is suddenly dark, is lustrous in the orchard, silent and dark. We can see each other's faces in the red light of the fire, smiling and telling stories of the past. And as a creation out of silence the music starts, the women are dancing in shawls and skirts in green, red and black, wearing silver earrings, and the men have shading hats and red shirts. The flamlets of the fire reveals us dancing in the garden, a dancing couple here, and another there. And the lady who is passing silently with her hound through the garden in the shadows of the trees, she stops and smiles heartily while she is thinking: "They are humans with the red flames of love and dark mysteries in their hearts!"

Red Moon in Rome Come up soon. Come up, red moon. The memories are alive tonight Memories, northern memories, Of our life in the blue and white world Before coming to the warm southern night. Rise, red moon, Unfold slowly upwards, shining; Light the nights membrane of tranquil stars Tonight. Rise Red moon

Nicole Mary Kidman

AS Etruria Plague