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The Moon and the Rose

In the starry silence
the moon gave the rose
and the scent of the night
I filled him - thirsty mouth -
the palate of the spirit,
that adoring his anguish
it opened to the night sky
of God and his Mother all ...
 
All calm hair,
the moon, calm and alone,
caressed the earth
with her pink hair
wild, white, hidden ...
 
The Earth, from its rocks,
exhaled its entrails
fused with love, its aroma ...
 
Among the brambles, his nest,
the rose was another moon,
all curdled hair
in the cradle, its corolla

What is your life, soul of mine?

What is your life, soul of mine? What is your fee?
Rain in the lake!
What is your life, soul of mine, your way of life?
Wind at the summit!
 
How does your life, my soul, rejuvenate itself?
Shadow in the cave!
Rain in the lake!
Wind at the summit!
Shadow in the cave!
 
Tears it is the rain from the sky,
and it is the wind sob without end,
and rain and wind and shadow make up life.