Old Falnë cannot be contained into a book

as long as history unravels and time flows

its poetry and its stories unwritten shall remain

Books of printed characters

make static and frozen

what should instead be shifting with the tides of the ocean

fluttering and rustling in the wind

freezing in winter and thawing in spring

Old Falnë is and will remain alive in a little part of your heart

start writing it to save and lock its memory

and it will falter away and die

Old Falnë is all around you to remember and discover

in flowers and in clouds and in beetles

you will find poems sung a long time ago

and other stories you shall tell for the first time

keep your eyes open and your ears eager

and do not trap your mind in between walls