II ACT
Second reflection,
" Wherever I look I don´t see another thing that reminiscences of death "(Ovidio)
The Dawn Will Leave Pieces Of Rottenness
<<He feels the abyss>>
The dawn will leave pieces of rottenness
Observant of pain,
pain of dead
I remain grasped to the springs of sadness
In the limits I still (observe) the distressed silhouette
that one that we were disdaining of young
but today is October in the unstable cornice
of the precipice I appear to the doubt bitterness
Dazzled in the memory of the eternities
speaker in the cold temple of the uneasiness
The silence- the stranger thinks –
Recognize the cold and the uncertain nature of firmament
And he takes root in the depths of the soul
as our forbears did in the irresolute way
towards the immortal numens
I lie defeated
The paradise escaped from my hands
slipped sorrowfully
between the inert fingers of my agony
The tired memory of the eternities fatigues me
I dazzle myself, get drunk of reasons already buried
in the cemetery of the mistakes
narrow is the cell of my isolation in the shady night
What is for my privilege of the lie
in the indifferent throne of the mistakes
A minuscule authority in the world
This night I will not reconcile
the eternal dream of the old bards
dirty bird of evil omen flies over me
and flies over the plateau of the disenchantment
in the strange place of death
Write in pain, degenerates,
in the wreckage of the destiny
searches obstinate in the flow of the horizons
Withered orchids of the spring
muck of winter
Gabble of dry leaves
in the lair of the fox
Everything makes presage the future thing
-Everlasting
