The Swan: It was a divine hour of the human race, before, the swan sang only at its death. But when the Wagnerian Swan began to sing, there was a new dawning, and a new life. Also perhaps for someone how flee from disaster...

The song of the swan is heard 
above the storm and disaster of the
human sea;
its aria never ceases;
it dominates the hammering of frighten
people at risk,
and the trumpets hailing the sword of
the Mediterranean sea.

O Swan !
O sacred bird !
If once white;
immortal princess of Beauty's realms,
merged all grace from the human's.

Beneath the white of your wings,
the new poetry in the news,
here in a disaster of fear and horror,
the human is sad and without power
willingness to help...Or?