From among so many ordeals arrived against me, hordes,
I’m keeping pains from that I’m not capable to divorce;
My whole soul is inside them as sounds inside the cord
That still alive vibrate the violin while broke.
Alike the silkworm ceaselessly I wove
Around you, from poetry, a magical cocoon;
But you, the splendid butterfly, broke it and flew anew
From the frail jail guarded with jealousy.
Today, great poisons that I accustomed with,
Your scorn, the treason, are all for me so need;
Insofar established into my flesh, my life to keep,
How long their absence would mean my kill,

Because the love and faith are overturned,
By a sorcery, up side down and damned!


Tuesday, 14 December 1954