The soft distance between Reality and Chimera has finally disappeared…
The birds have chirped at times,
At others kissed my ears.
I long to drink the nectar from the sky,
The elixir of youth, which the world is too weak to deny,
Beneath the silent walls,
Underneath the burrowed boughs,
Where lovers sing songs and Nature endows
Blessings,
That Man is too ignorant to receive,
In pursuit of all those he must deceive.
Love whispers in broken verses,
Through leaves of gold.
Have you ever been desired so manifold,
That it hasn’t mattered to Him,
Whether your skin withers,
Or you grow so terribly old?
The birds feel relentless.
The ruins are bright and colorless.
If you close your eyes,
You escape again to the world you had left;
Of those just sad and bereft.
You haven’t seen yet seen the domes
That are as hollow as crows,
Under which so many of them pose,
Listlessly like clowns.
I smile at their undying variety.
This cave of refuge has no place for our anxiety.
Parrots, pigeons and squirrels abound
Oh! The timid breeze and its mind numbing sound!
Trees and trees, so gigantic and tall.
When I look from below,
I feel so pathetic, so small.
Yet powerless they are,
Because they have no words.
Therefore all that they can do,
Is agree with the birds.