Sonámbula musa de barro y cieno
Me hundo entre tus bucles negros,
oscuro jardín de aromas y destellos
Tu manto estrellado, hondo, posible
azul en su inmensidad como el océano
(Cual cigarrillo encendido y quieto
Cual vino recién abierto)
(...)
For you, our Pathetique
Though the day of my Destiny's over,
and the star of my Fate hath declined,
thy soft heart refused to discover
the faults which so many could find;
though thy Soul with my grief was acquainted,it shrunk not to share it with me, and the Love which my Spirit hath painted,it never hath found but in Thee.
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