Frederick Leighton, Greek girls picking up pebbles by the sea, 1871
A sigh is but air, and melts into air, a tear is but water and to the sea flows. Tell me, woman, when love is forgot, do you know where it goes ?
Sono aria i sospiri e vanno via nell’ aria. Sono acqua le lacrime e se ne vanno al mare. Ma, ragazza, l’ amore sai dirmi dove va quando ce ne scordiamo?
