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I will let die in me
The desire to love your sweet eyes
Because I can give you nothing
But the sorrow of seeing me eternally exhausted
Yet your presence
Is something like light and life
And I feel that in my gesture
There is your gesture and in my voice your voice
I don't want to have you because in my being everything would be over
I just want you to arise in me
Like faith in the desperate
So that I can carry
A drop of dew
In this cursed land
That remained on my flesh
Like a stain from the past
I will let
You will go and rest your face on another face
Your fingers will entwine with other fingers
And you will bloom into the dawn
But you won't know that it was me who picked you
Because I was the great intimate of the night
Because I rested my face on the face of the night
And heard your loving speech
Because my fingers entwined with the fingers of the mist
Suspended in space
And I brought to me the mysterious essence of your disordered abandonment
I will remain alone
Like the sailboats in silent ports
But I will possess you like no one else
Because I can depart
And all the laments of the sea
Of the wind, of the sky, of the birds, of the stars
Will be your present voice
Your absent voice
Your tranquilized voice