Bocelli’s poem continued: “Tragically free and suspended between infinity and nothingness, the vanity of the world, which perishes, leaving you defeated and vilified.
“Drunk with pride and lost in your ego, thunder again fate and its decrees.
“Arbiter on earth and of yourself God, purse what makes your days happy.
“Impressed and overcome by the light, you cling to those who in the oxen lead you.”
