Azul, Azul

Blue, blue the mountain boils
Blue like the life of my dreams
Blue like the unreal shapes
That populate the regions of mystery

How well it shines when it finds
The sweet ideality of the sky
How well it shines as if
Heaven and mold form a single body

I have the obsession that on the mountain
A thousand geniuses dwell like a peak
Who incessantly scrutinize the wonders
Who delve deeper and deeper into the mystery

And I think that in the blue of the mountain
The magical eruption of their brain
That in cabalistic and rare forms
Boils like light up to the heavens

Blue, blue is the whole mountain
Blue like life like the life of my dreams
Blue like the impalpable forms
That populate noisily, in silence