The night was sleeping in Aquarius
the goats were drinking in the river
we followed our noses
and we lived even more fully
in spite of the cold and the barbarians.
We knew that one day they would come
hitting us hard with axes, hitting us with taxes
cutting our body completely in two,
cutting us, the last humans on the Earth
Old Achilles said:
"Tonight it's a little too quiet.
Friends, let me keep watch.
Good night! Sleep well!
It isn't the sound of the thunder
nor the whispering of the river
but the galloping
of thousands of horses racing
in the eye of the sentinel.
And everyone in the tent
who were all sleeping deeply:
"Wake up!
The Yankees are coming, the Yankees are coming
Easy come, Visigoths
The Gringos are coming!
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