Ultimul C.C

... and I will leave. But the birds stay, singing;
and my garden will stay, with it's green tree,
with it's water well.
Many afternoons the skies will be blue and placid,
and bells in the belfry will chime,
as they are chiming this very afternoon.
The people who have loved me will pass away,
and the town will burst anew every year.
But my spirit will always wander nostalgic
in the same recondite corner of my flowery garden.