<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto"><div><span></span></div><div><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">Agrigento Road</span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;"><br></span></span></div><div><span style="background-color: rgba(255, 255, 255, 0);"><span style="font-style: italic;">There a wind remains that I recall afire</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">within the manes of horses as they slanted</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">their way across the planes, a wind that chafes<br>the sandstone and erodes</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> the very hearts<br>of derelict caryatids cast down<br>Onto the grass.</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> Soul of antiquity<br>Gone gray with age and rage, turn back and lean<br></span><span style="font-style: italic;">into that wind, breathe of the delicate moss</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">clothing those giants tumbled out of heaven.</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">How lonely what is left to you must be!</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">And worse: to break your heart to hear once more<br>that sound resound and dwindle</span><span style="font-style: italic;"> out to sea</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">where Hesperus already streaks the dawn:</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">a sad jew's-harp reverberating through</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">the throat of that lone cartman as he slowly </span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">ascends his moon-cleansed hill again through dark</span><br><span style="font-style: italic;">murmurings of the Moorish olive trees.</span></span></div><div><i><br></i></div><div><i> - Salvatore Quasimodo<br></i><br><div>All the suffering in the world comes from seeking pleasure for oneself. All the happiness in the world comes from seeking happiness for others.<div> - Shantideva </div></div></div></div></body></html>