Metamorphosing
- Pasquale Puleo
- Mar 1
- 1 min read
Sotto il sole del cielo siculo
Striscio sul calore della terra arida
In cerca di vita
Non ho traguardo
Non ho meta
Non ho fine
Spinto da una forza sconosciuta
Trascino le mie vertebre
Senza motivo
Stanco del mio strascicare
Mi spoglio della mia pelle
Nascosto nella mia campagna
Rincorso dalla paura
Abbandono la mia spoglia
Sulle pietre roventi dei miei uliveti
Alleggerito dal desiderio
Mi butto in avanti
A nuove avventure
Il mio essere che fu’
Non e’ più
Il mio essere di domani
Senza coscienza
Mi separo da me stesso
Per diventare la mia terra
Uliveti Peloritani
Metamorphosing
Under the heat of the Sicilian sky
I crawl on the heat of the parched earth
In search of life
I have no finish line
I have no destination
I have no end
Driven by an unknown force
I drag my vertebrae
For no reason
Tired of my shuffling
I shed my skin
Hidden in my countryside
Chased by fear
I abandon my remains
On the hot stones of my olive groves
Unburdened by desire
I lunge forward
To new adventures
My being that was
It’s no longer
My being of tomorrow
Without conscience
I separate from myself
To become the earth of my land
Shelby knew that the 1959 race link was the high point of his link racing career, and the day he received link the Patek Philippe for winning the 24 Hours of Le Mans set the stage for the next chapter of his life. In 1961, he opened the Shelby School of High Performance Driving at the Riverside Track in Southern California.
We will visit the Seiko Museum later in the week but there’s a really link fascinating historical mini display around one of the pillars on the fourth floor. It covers link much of Grand link Seiko’s history, starting with the “Grand Seiko First.”