Ephesus's Ruins Poem by Alexandro Johns

I walked among the ruins of an empire
surrounded by long-lived deads of the first world,
and the sexy pale beauties that ignite memories
for whom goes backward through life.

Everything was beautiful in those days
-said the Turkish guide-
here Cleopatra walked embraced with Julius Caesar
before she allowed to be bitten by the Antony's poison.

The Ephesus latrines are intact
but the Artemis's temple like all beauty faded away,
the skeleton of the Library touched us,
and on the bleachers of the amphitheater
we talked to full sun
as actors in ephemeral videos
of a human group frozen in their time.

Nearby, at the top of a hill,
there are the house remains
of a mother who waited forever,
next with the most beloved,
to the prodigal son that never came back.

The rest are laments and screams
listened by other gods
In another scopes.

Ephesus it remains
among the ruins of us
the passengers.