Noble Witness of my family roots

A light towards the sunset:

Another day slides away in a whisper,

As many others for your ancient walls,

 in noble architecture elegantly folded.

 Treasure of art, surviving centuries,

You witness ancient glories echoing the past.

Standing up the hill, facing the sea

Your magic force rests untouched.

  Inside, you hold the aroma of past events:

Once the nest of glorious knights and noble men

You are now an attraction to the many,

Mute to some, intense emotion to others,

You became a dream to your ancient masters 

since long scattered around into ruins.