Capitolo 63
You, who could this love hurt very more than me?
No, you are compassionate, and I gave him pity;
And only it hated Him when I saw her cry.
We was two fools; if I could give the pardon,--
It now had me the right,--self I should forgive her/it. . .
We was two fools. . . Comes, I/you/he/she allow us to walk in light of the stars,
And it feeds our pains: we don't break, but it arch.
Takes my hand, then arrival with me
From the shady and white crashings of a sea. . .
You look as the long volutes of foam they explain
Spread their blotchy shine along the sand! . . .
Takes my hand,
You don't remember as these depths they have cold,
Neither as, when you are dead,
Green leagues of sea will weakly sparkle above Your head.
You Your face tilts him on Your hands and to whine,
The sand without breath whispers on Your feet,
Terrible it now seems it to die,--
Terrible now, with life so incomplete,
To turn away from the balconies and the music,
The afternoons illuminated by the sun,
To feel back part You there a far-away laughter
Lost in him a to mix of sand among dry dunes. . .
Don't sadly die, You who life has struck!
Lift Your face on, while laughing, die as a queen!
Take cold flowers of skims in Your warm white fingers!
Death but a change of sky from blue to green. . .
How fallen in the evening,
The walls grow bright and they heat, the walls
You tremble and shine. . . the music breathes on us,
The white auction and radiated it plays our heads on as the magic,
And before and back we move there and we tilt there and it changes. . .
You, in a world grown strange,
Gives back to an obscurity, lace Your hands despairing,
You smash Your glass on a floor, while taking care of more,
You sink down suddenly and to whine. . .
You feel the applause that he/she greets Your last competitor,
You is forgotten: Your competitor--who knows?--it is me. . .
I give back in the warm bright light of in conformity with laughter,
I am inhaled and young. . . and although I see
You sitting there alone, dark with to cry of eyes closed,
I bask me in the light, and in Your hate of me. . .