The sun clarifies the space. The changing sky,

rosy at the horizon and blue above,

reflects itself in the waters, blinding,

of triumphal and rich perspective.

In a cliff of the river there is arrogant

vegetation that the Spring encourages;

in another there are couples, where the brilliant sun

seasons the fruits to the complete vintage.

They hang, at the edge, a thousand rare corimbs,

in dew and light shining, clear.

Above, birds fly sweetly.

And below, even with the river, a gull

flies alone, swift, without route —