Capitolo 5
We close our music eyes in the bright cafees.
We diverge from resounding roads to roads that are silent.
We dawdle where the plays of fountain wind-poured.
And, growing tired, we turn apart finally,
You remember our secret selves, you look for out our towers,
Disposition tired hands on the banisters and scaling;
Climbing, each, to his/her small four-squared dream
Of love or lust or the beauty or death or crime.
YOU.
On the darkened city, the city of towers,
The city of thousand gates,
On the roofs built to terraces that sparkle, the towers crowded him,
On a sleepy whisper of loves and hates,
The slow flows of wind, darkly brooks and falls,
With a mournful sound down rain-dark walls.
A side reddens the shiny twilight of the sea,
And blank dreams to the feet of the city;
On a sleep of side the plans, with pile up-on hills.
Oaks and beech trees whisper in rings around him.
Above of the trees it is it towers where it feared pulsation of bells.
The fisherman deduces his/her dripping net from the sea
It is sails toward the far-by city that seems
As a vague tower.
The dark arc dips to foam on so that blue-black,
It is rain acute beads as a ghostly music around him
In a calm shower.
Rain with an acute sings on the waves that fall;
Rain thrills on new the roofs;
As a shade to move silver it the city crosses;
The lamps in the roads are streamed with rain;
It is sparrows they complain under of deep eaves,
And among turned leaves
The sea-gulls, blowing from tower to lower tower,
From wall to wall of remoter,
You skim with the rain checked to the rising sea-sound
And he/she closes grey wings and fall. . .
. . . Great rain that feels above of me, me now memory
A girl that was next to the door and dams his/her eyes:
Its pale cheeks shone with rain, she was standing and it shivered.
In a silver forest she slowly faded away. . .
You shout around me the increase. . .
Bawls clarify and silvery, bawls of pluvius drops,--
'We struck with silver claws, we struck down his.
We am the ghosts of the furies that sing. . . '
A choir of bawls of elf that you/they blow around me