Night Out on the night of tragedy veste
As a huge sobbing widow stuck to my glasses.
My room ...
By a wondrous miracle of light and fire
My room is a grotto of gold and precious gems:
a moss so soft, so deep its tapestries,
And it is vivid and warm, so sweet I think
inside a heart ...
My bed is white is white and vaporous
Like a flower of innocence,
Like the froth of vice!
This night brings insomnia
There are black nights, black, which bring forth
A pink sun ...
In these black and clear nights not sleeping.
And I love you, Winter!
I imagine you are old,
I imagine you are wise,
With a divine body beating marble
be dragged like a regal cloak the weight of Time ...
Winter, I love you and I am the spring ...
I blush, you snow:
you because you all know, because I
every dream ...
love each other like that! ... On my bed
blank
So white and vaporous as the flower of innocence, foam
As vice
Winter, Winter, Winter,
fall in a cluster of roses and lilies!
Nocturne
Outside the night, dressed in tragedy, sighs Like an Enormous widow
fastened to my windowpane.
My room ... By a wondrous miracle
of light and fire
My room is a grotto of gold and precious gems: With a moss
so smooth, so deep ITS tapestries,
And it is vivid and hot, so sweet I believe I am inside a
heart ... My bed There
in white, is white and vaporous
Like a flower of innocence.
Like the froth of vice!
This night brings insomnia;
There are black nights, black, which bring forth
One rose of sun...
On these black and clear nights I do not sleep.
And I love you, Winter!
I imagine you are old,
I imagine you are wise,
With a divine body of beating marble
Which drags the weight of Time like a regal cloak...
Winter, I love you and I am the spring...
I blush, you snow:
Because you know it all,
Because I dream it all...
We love each other like this!...
On my bed all in white,
So white and vaporous like the flower of innocence,
Like the froth of vice,
Winter, Winter, Winter,
We fall in a cluster of roses and lilies!
Translated by Valerie Martinez
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