It is known that there is a river
than to be crossed
causes calamities, civil wars,
plagues, can ruin empires,
cut off the head of a queen,
expose the heart of a king on a pike.
It can, however, also create States, turn mud into fish,
burn the blood in the bedrooms,
warp the face of death until
make it beautiful.
That river sometimes
it's river
but in other circumstances it may be
another border, another limit.
For Caesar it was a river
for Troy it was Priam's love for
his son who did not forbid him
Helena's love.
Thus every Man finds his diadem,
his Rubicon.
So luck is cast against all ashes,
before any license of oblivion.
The die is cast, said Caesar
others will say words of love
in the ear of a woman
which can be called Rome.