Super Muri Quod Rimas

The bold writings and fingerprints of ancient men
On high rocks and tall mountains
Tell about the origin,
Sing the story untold.
They play the tracks of old.
These writings hold the album of our life
Displaying the photos of how
Everything has changed
But if we could still breathe in hell,
Then we would be in Limbo.

This is how you love a metaphor
As you like a simile
When the cracks from the handwriting
Have put you in search for the last word
That you’d find on SUPER MURI QUOD RIMAS

TOCHI