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The morning is full of storm in the heart of summer .
heart like a house toward which my deep longings migrated and my kisses fell, happy as embers.
Beyond your eyes, farther on, the evenings were blazing.
Leaning into the afternoons I cast my sad nets towards your oceanic eyes. There in the highest blaze my solitude lengthens and flames its arms turning like a drowning man’ s.
Here is the solitude from which you are absent. It is raining. The sea wind is hunting stray gulls.
your parallel body yields to my arms like a fish infinitely fastened to my soul,
I remembered you with my soul clenched in the sadness of mine that you know
Sing, burn, flee, like a belfry at the hands of a madman.
I want to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees.
And my soul dances, seared with curls of fire.
Hour of nostalgia, hour of happiness, hour of solitude, hour that is mine from among them all!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss. The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
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.
