A mirthful drizzle bathed meAs I walked in wistful fancy.This autumn night angryWhile I played the dandy.
A shouted whisper hinges in the airFrom an altogether faint young woman.The things she says pass into deep despairWith the soulless lamentation of a villain.
Foolish Beast that wrecks the heart,In passing, pass, and take my ceaseless art.Foolish Beast that hides within the shadows,In walking…
We are the brown childrenA class apart.We are the desert of this world.A soundless shattered place.
I’m the sun-bathed wanderer.A man of art.I’m the bare mountain full of gold.A sea-escaped…
Si he visto tus lagrimas rodando a la belleza de tu andar,-Te mirarías diferente?
Si has visto mis lagrimas suavemente desplasarse sin parar,-Me dejarías rapidamente?