And then all is ended.
Silence lowers from the terraces,
granny listens no more screams
and is left alone,
in the middle of the empty green,
and of memories;
glory escapes from eyes,
enthusiasm is hauled down with the flags,
crumpled papers burn in the fireplace,
make champions and victories useless.
You continue to be
and still try to live
and love the fresh air
that frees fantasies
and you breath the time
that, unpretentions, makes you a champion.