In the ramps of twilight
Over the airy rocks
Of port Valletta
Holders and conservers
Of centuries
The centuries as in a spring
Wound up
Compressed and
Patient
Look at us smiling
Ironically
With the smile of the mystery
The Sphinx smile
In the ramps of twilight
The rolled centuries
Patiently
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I would like to translate this poem