GUARDIAN OF THYSELF

Oh, sinner, martir, great citizen of Rome!

You should forgive, forget arriving home,
The light shall fall upon the sons of God
With even more dismantling antifraud.

Afraid must not you ever feel, of course:

Not even angels can distract your inner source.
And, as a threshold for your ancestors, quite well,
Delicious signs expand your rising tone, above all hell!

An eye between so many leaves, an ear

Founding a meaning neither false, nor that sincere
Those are the witnesses of scary innocence for you to free;
You ought as well to born in newer flames of destiny