XLVII.
– Night of Harmony
Here
comes the night when the stems vibrate
And
every flower burns like incense;
Sounds and perfumes permeate the air,
A
melancholy waltz plays languorously vertiginous!
Every
flower burns like incense;
The
violin trembles like an afflicted heart;
A
melancholy waltz plays languorously vertiginous!
The
sky is beautifully sad like a great repository.
The
violin trembles like an afflicted heart;
A
tender heart craves the great black abyss!
The
sky is beautifully sad like a great repository.
The
sun is drowning in its own blood which freezes.
A
tender heart craves the great black abyss,
The
vestiges of a once luminous past are shifting!
The
sun is drowning in its own blood which freezes.
The
memory of you in me still struggles like a monster.
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