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Night
21:59 Sep 01 2009
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A full of whispers, night perfumes and wing music;

a night

in which burn the bridal shade and moist fantastic fireflies,

slowly by my side, against me all tight, silent and pale

as if a feeling of infinite sourness

to the most secret depth of your fiber it shakes,

by the flowered path which crosses the plain

you walked;

and the full moon

by the bluish heavens, infinite and deep amused its white light;

and your shadow

fine and languid,

and my shadow,

projected by the Moon rays,

over the sad sands

of the path got together;

and were one;

and were a long shadow...

This night alone;

The soul full of the infinite sourness

And the agonies of your death

separated from yourself by the time, the tomb and the distance

by black infinity

where our voice don’t reach,

silent and alone

walking through the path…

and hearing barking dogs at the Moon,

at the pale Moon,

and frogs shirping...

I felt cold.

The same cold I had in your bedroom

your cheeks and your temples and your beloved hands

among the niveous whiteness

of the mortuary’s sheets.

It was the grave cold, death’s cold,

the cold out of nowhere.

And my shadow,

projected by the Moon rays,

walking alone

by the lonely steppe;

and your shadow slender and agile,

fine and languid,

as in that warm night of the dead spring,

oh bodies shadows joining with souls shadows!

Oh that shadows seeking each other in the evenings of sorrow and tears!