Over our cozy town once upon a time
Mysterious stratostats were hovering.
Rising to the spectral zenith before noon
They were celebrating the June routine.
Between the clouds like zeppelins
Cozines soared on long strings.
Bound to a delicate silver drop
Deserted and pure heights of airships.
And we admired them and dreamed
To see the clear distances someday,
To soar to the same super heights,
Whence the lodges look like honeycombs ...
It's been a long time... and I think someone's
Reached the stratosphere, leaving worries behind.
We never met him again on earth,
Only looking up to the sky sometimes with sadness.....