The darkest winter turns thy lips so cold:
Unfold thy roses my bride
And open I chambers of frost in my soul,
With shivering teeth... to kiss you one last time

Night after night, without a tear,
Travel I back the lonely steps of time,
Hold on thy chest: this weary rose of mine
Which bleeds thy hands as cold as life…

Beyond the wounds, thou felt the shivers
Of frozen shadows warped in bitter sweetness,
Come forth the night, thy wings unfolded:
The pen that wrote those ashy lips…

Such eyes as daggers glued to paper rush
Behind the catacombs of a light-bulb sun,
The cold shalt come and sure to bring:
The fever of my dawn...