Capitolo 18
You turn him to smiles and he. . . Light of the sun above of him
Roared as an invisible and enormous sea,
Gold witnesses stricken him, acute bells of silver;
He is released of weight, its body is free,
He lifts his/her arm to swim,
Dark years as left tides wind under him. . .
The sea-so that lazy they crumble along the beach
With a whirring you play as wind in bells,
He lies extended on the wind-used sands and yellow
Reaching his/her lazy hands
Between the gilded wheats and sea-white hulls. . .
'A white of rose. . . or is it pink color to-day?'
They makes a break and they smiles, what they says,
If only they can speak.
Crowd flows over them likes to divide waters.
Dreaming them they are standing, while he/she is dreaming them they walk.
'Pink,--to-day!'--Makes it turns him to dream-bright face,
Green increase of leaves rounds off them, light of the sun establishes on them,
You sprinkle, in silver drops, fallen by the rose.
You smile to a face that smiles through leaves at the mirror.
You breathe the fragrance; its dark eyes close. . .
Time is dissolved, it blows as a small dust:
Time as a pluvius gust,
It taps and it passes, while being protagonist the window-glass.
Once, a long time ago, a night,
You saw the lightning, with blue long you wave of light,
Lacerating the obscurity. . . and as her it turned in terror
A soft face tilted him above of her, he tilted down slightly,
Slightly around her a breath of roses was blown,
You sank in so that of quiet, she seemed to be floating
In a sea of silence. . . and soft footsteps grew remote. .
'Well I/you/he/she allow us to walk in the park. . . The sun is warm,
We will sit on a bench and discourse. . .' They turns and they slips,
The crowd of faces oscillates and breaks and flows.
'Look as the oak-tops they are turned to gold in the light of the sun!
Look as the tower is changed and has burnt!'
Two persons in love stir in the crowd as a connection of music,
We press on them, we contain them to us, and it allowed them to pass;
A rope of strikes of music right and we we tremble;
We tremble likes grass wind-without breath.