The friendship didn’t hold us anymore...
Too much kindled our billowy soul and fast.
Then we metamorphosed into fondness our lust
So, a keen, a deep love began and goes on ever more.
Suddenly, the cottage changed into a palace,
As by a magic, the home tools turned into fairies;
A spirit of emperor I found again inside me,
Carrying a forceful scepter of dream and poetry.
There is no army braver then that one of imagination,
Alike the all-conquering spirit of beauty;
Headed by it we’ll start the war of liberation
From the mari’s realms unto my unique duty:

To win for you, on behalf of the upright mastery,
Nearby me, a throne belonging to immortality!

Monday, January 10, 1955