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