One Evening I Sat Beauty On My

Is It In These Bottomless Nights That You Sleep In Exile?

I Understand, And Not Knowing How To Express Myself Without Pagan Words, I’d Rather Remain Silent

You Feel On Your Lips A Kiss Fluttering, A Tiny Scrap Of Life.

And From Then On, I Bathed In The Poem Of The Sea, Star-infused, And Opalescent, Devouring Green Azures

Idle Youth, Enslaved To Everything; By Being Too Sensitive I Have Wasted My Life.