Constricted by the sorrow in my chest,the string of my tongue has snappedthe silk that wrapped meweighs like metaland has pierced into my body.You, petrographer!..You entered the rock of my tearful smileyou geologized its beautiful depths,a sun, full of rays,that intertwines with melancholy.You were no abstract space,but a circle of unioncomposed of special qualitiesbrimming with melody.Melody of the soul!..A life that smiles,and full of joy,even then,when my eyes are filled with tears!...