Strúffoli (traditional Neapolitan pastries) and zeppole (a sweet Italian pastry similar to a doughnut or churro) / in the dish with the rosettes bread/ say another time: / "It's Christmas"; // and the frying pan / talks to the sky, / gives birth to many voices / more sweet than honey. // In the streets there is an odor / like rosemary / and the cold clears it / this morning air; // who flees, who calls, / who under the armpit or in the hand / (women under the shawl), / all carry the rooster. // In the houses guys turn over, /  embrace each other / and all things rustle / enchant like the moon; // then when it is darkened / it seems to you that the stars / are the crowding dead people / around the Baby. // And here you are that the church of the Rabatana is playing / for the big mass and the Christians are running / satisfied; // but I get tired soon / of those songs and I run away, / I jump from cave to cave / in the ditches upside down; // and there I find the snow / and then I eat it so much that it turns white the night / and I become a saint.