Capitolo 45
Who is there? in the dark? he cried.
He was standing in terror, and it felt a sound
Of terrible clogs on the earth cable;
They dressed again wicker, still it was; a silence fell;
And he felt deep tollings of a bell.
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Seem beloved! Because it hides Your face?
You look, in the centre there, above of the fire,
They is bearing the boy that cursed love!
They is playing a penetrating music on him
With an arc of I spin living! . . .
The whore of virgin sings,
You tilt him above the beautiful distressed body,
And he/she deduces slow music from those sequences.
They dances around him, them the throwing gnawed redheads on him,
They stamp on him/it to Them with their naked feet,
His to whine they are lost in laughter,
Their feet grow the dark with its blood, them they struck and
pulsation,
They dances on him, until him nobody cries more. . .
Have not we felt first that whine?
In some place, in some place,
Nearby to a sea, in the green evening,
Under of green clouds, in a copper sky. . .
Was it you? was it me?
They has extinguished the fires, they dances in the obscurity,
The satyrs have worked among them to grab and to lacerate,
Look! he has taken one from the hair,
You cries and it falls, he bears away her with him,
And the night grows flood to whistle wings.
Far street, a voice, calm and dessert,
Increases and it sings. . .
'Waters give clear where once I died,
Of bright calm evening with stars. . . .'
Where have I felt these words? Was it you who sang them?
It was a long time ago.
Allow us to expedite, beloved! the hard clogs stamp on;
The tops of tree tremble and shine.
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In the clear dark, on silent wings,
The red bat hovers him under of his/her moon;
You allow to fall through the fragrant night, and it grab on
You fast in the shade, with hands as you claw,
With closed soft eyes and mouth that it feeds,
To the young white meat that warmly bleeds.
The young girl surround in dance and increase
To lift throats a soft-sung encomium,;
Their knees and breasts are white and naked,