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Dark river-beds where the eternal thirst flows and weariness follows, and the infinite ache.
Wind that topples her in a wave without spray and substance without weight, and leaning fires.
I am the one without hope, the word without echoes, he who lost everything and he who had everything.
Last hawser, in you creaks my last longing. In my barren land you are the final rose.
I remembered you with my soul clenched in the sadness of mine that you know . Where were you then? Who else was there? Saying what? Why will the whole of love come on me suddenly when I am sad and feel you are far away?
Girl who have come from so far , been brought from so far, sometimes your glance flashes out under the sky . Rumbling, storm, cyclone of fury , you cross above my heart without stopping. Wind from the tombs carries off, wrecks, scatters your sleepy root.
ah, I can say nothing! You were made of everything.
Longing that sliced my breast into pieces, it is time to take another road, on which she does not smile.
I have gone marking the atlas of your body with crosses of fire. My mouth went across: a spider , trying to hide. In you, behind you, timid, driven by thirst.
Between the lips and the voice something goes dying. Something with the wings of a bird, something of anguish and oblivion.
The way nets cannot hold water .
Every day you play with the light of the universe. Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flower and the water. You are more than this white head that I hold tightly as a cluster of fruit, every day , between my hands. You are like nobody since I love you. Let me spread you out among yellow garlands. Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars if the south? Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed.
You are here. Oh you do not run away . You will answer me to the last cry . Cling to me as though you were frightened. Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes.
Now, now too, little one, you bring me honey suckle, and even your breasts smell of it. While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth.
How you must have suffered getting accustomed to me, my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running. So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes, and o...
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My words rained over you, stroking you. A long time I have loved the sunned mother-ofpearl of your body. I go so far as to think that you own the universe. I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells, dark hazels, and rustic baskets of k...
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In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud and your form and colour are the way I love them. You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips and in your life my infinite dreams live.
You are taken in the net of my music, my love, and my nets of music are as wide as the sky . My soul is born on the shore of your eyes of mourning. In your eyes of mourning the land of dreams begin.
Days, all one kind, go chasing each other .
Oh the black cross of a ship. Alone. Sometimes I get up early and even my soul is wet. Far away the sea sounds and resounds. This is a port. Here I love you. Here I love you and the horizon hides you in vain. I love you still among these
The moon turns its clockwork dream. The biggest stars look at me with your eyes. And as I love you, the pines in the wind want to sing you name with their leaves of wire.
Through nights like this one I held her in my arms. I kissed her again and again under the endless sky . She loved me, sometimes I loved her too. How could one not love her great still eyes.
To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
What does it matter that my love could not keep her. The night is starry and she is not with me.
Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer and these the last verses that I write for her .
Ah woman, I do not know how you could contain me in the earth of your soul, in the cross of your arms!
Oh the bitten mouth, oh the kissed limbs, oh the hungering teeth, oh the entwined bodies. Oh the mad coupling of hope and force in which we merged and despaired.
