The river mingles its stubborn lament with the sea.
Deserted like the wharves at dawn.
It is the hour of departure, oh deserted!
On my heart cold rain corollas.
Oh pit of debris, fierce cave of castaways!
In you the wars and accumulated flights.
From you the wings of the song birds.
You swallowed everything, like distance.
Like the sea, like time. In you everything sank!
It was the happy hour of assault and the kiss.
The hour of the spell that blazed like a lighthouse.
Anxiety pilot, fury of blind,
turbulent drunkenness of love, in you everything sank!
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