Night approached us, with a full moon.
I began to cry, and you to laugh.
Your contempt was a god, and my whinings,
a chain of doves and minutes.
Night left us. Crystal of pain
you wept for distant depths.
My sadness was a cluster of agonies,
over your fragile heart of sand.
Morning joined us on the bed,
our mouths placed over the frozen jet
of a blood, without end, that was shed.
And the sun shone through the closed balcony,
and the coral of life opened its branch,
over my shrouded heart.
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Night approached us, with a full moon.
I began to cry, and you to laugh.
Your contempt was a god, and my whinings,
a chain of doves and minutes.
Night left us. Crystal of pain
you wept for distant depths.
My sadness was a cluster of agonies,
over your fragile heart of sand.
Morning joined us on the bed,
our mouths placed over the frozen jet
of a blood, without end, that was shed.
And the sun shone through the closed balcony,
and the coral of life opened its branch,
over my shrouded heart.
1898 - 1936/Spanish