It was a gentle air, with turns and pauses, the spirite Harmony guided all its flights, and there were whispered words and tenuous sighs among the sobbing s of the violoncellos.

I found a golden seashell on the beach.
It is massive, and embroidered with the
finest pearls.
Europa touched it with her sacred hands
as she rode the waves astride the celestial
bull.
I raised the sounding seashell to my lips
to rouse the echoes of all the refugees away
from the shore.
And press it to my ear and hear all the cry for 
help.
Help is to whisper the secret of millions people
their treasures.

Hence I have tasted the salt of the bitter winds
that swelled the broken sails of their boats.
All stars were in love with their broke dreams.
We hear a murmur of waves and unknown voices
and dead bodies on the shores.
How didn't reach the golden Europa. 
Is the shell I found the shape of a heart ?