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XII./You gather things to you like an old road./You are peopled with echoes and nostalgic voices./I awoke and at times birds fled and migrated/ that had been sleeping in your soul.

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I./I was alone like a tunnel. /The birds fled from me,/ and night swamped me with its crushing invasion./ To survive myself I forged you like a weapon,/ like an arrow in my bow, a stone in my sling.

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XVI. /In my sky at twilight you are like a cloud/and your form and colour are the way I love them./You are mine, mine, woman with sweet lips/and in your life my infinite dreams live.

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XV./As all things are filled with my soul/you emerge from the things, filled with my soul./You are like my soul, a butterfly of dream,/and you are like the word Melancholy.

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X./Stories to tell you on the shore of evening,/sad and gentle doll, so that you should not be sad./A swan, a tree, something far away and happy./The season of grapes, ripe and fruitful season.

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X./We have lost even this twilight./No one saw us this evening hand in hand/while the blue night dropped on the world.

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IX./In the moist night my garment of kisses trembles/charged to insanity with electric currents,/heroically divided into dreams/and intoxicating roses practicing on me.

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VII./Leaning into the afternoons I fling my sad nets/to the sea that beats on your marine eyes./The birds of night peck at the first stars/that flash like my soul when I love you.