I tune the rhythm to the sound of a kissUnder the effect of the mirage of the harp’s voice,I leap through threads of light, I dance the hymnI tremble in the lowered light of dusk.
The sweet bell of a kiss came and made me tremble,A milky flower bloomed and smiled upon my lips,The shadow of a light-winged butterfly brought the ceremony like a prayerAnd turned the porcelain shells of the heart into a muse.
Wet lips with gleaming eyes despise the cold!...
A ray appears above the purple horizon, Joyfully sliding from a gentle hand, It is my pure portrait, speaking to you so mildly Melting the ice, the…
A breeze blows, and shakes the leaf, / Rocks a wave across the sea.
If you did not know that He is watching you, If you were not certain of the breathing of the stars Behind the great clouds, If you did not hear His waiting smile Behind…
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