Capitolo 42
as a toward the inside wave of the sea. One of his/her arm foam-white he/she remained on
one of the rolls of paper. His/her elbow, while arriving over, it touched a small table
on that it was standing a vase of frozen glass and white; on his edge
carnations of profuse crimson were hung the heads. They was one of her
favorite winter blooms, and he had had these orders to her this
afternoon from a greenhouse of the distant city from a mean-ice cream
messenger. Nearby its head provides of curtains of brocade of crimson swept down the
I wall up to the floor from the frames of window gilded-polished. To his/her back
it was pillows of silk of crimson. To the other goal of the sofa his/her piano
is standing and on him the music that she has played in the evenings to him placed, or it played
with thoughts of him when she was alone. And the other music also what
her a lot of a reading of time; how Beethoven is Gran Nine.
Now, along this wall of the living room from curtain of window window
provides of curtains stretched a festoon of evergreens and ribands put there there
from his/her children for their party of Christmas-night; and in this festoon
they had assured groups of mistletoe, torn by the tree of walnut-tree
demolished the day before--them not knowing anything happy children!
There she reclined.
The lowest contours of its figure were lost above in a rich blackness
what stings of jet they flashed as swarms of silvery fireflies in some
you also heat a night of the warm South. The blackness of his/her hair and the
the blackness of its eyebrows contrasted with the whiteness of its arm naked
and shoulders and neck without defects and throat without defects also discovered. Not
far street went it hid the warm foam-white thigh, it bent as Venus of old man
out of the inaccessible purity of the sea. On his/her garlands of wrists of old man
coral of family you/they were hooked--the roses of the ocean; and on his/her breast,
between the night of his/her suit and the dawn of the meat, coral gems
bloomed in beauty that could be never open, is never rifled.
When she had crossed the room to the sofa, two elderly