Who can tell the charm of these summer nights? A light chill runs from star to star,
There are sweet complaints in the air... I, withdrawn and alone, raise my dream from the earth, raise my brow from the dust, To purify my stained heart,
Full of hatred, gall, anguish and sin...
What a strange longing! - A strange memory
Of having lived on top of a mountain so high that it touched the sky... A beautiful country,
Where, in a perpetual dream, I lived happily, Free from ingratitude, free from indifference, In the maternal bosom of Illusion and Belief!
What an inexorable hand, without mercy, captive,
Stars, locked me up in the prison in which I live? Mad, in vain, from the deep horror of this atascal, I grope, and struggle in vain, to escape from evil! Why don't you take me on this eternal voyage to some remote and distant stop?
Ah, who can know what other life you came from? How many times, staring at the Milky Way, do I believe that the whole mystery is open to my gaze!
I tremble... and I think I feel the weight of someone else's soul inside me, a soul hidden in my soul - the corpse of someone whose life I carry.
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A RESTLESS LIFE
PoesiaAmong many words taken from the depths of the chest, guided by the heart and passing directly into my hands.
