I have known far once you in, sounds of harps
and trains toward
Lights of stations and to chase each other
of shades on the car windows.
Gilded frogs and redingotte of black perfumed,
drowsiness and molts words softly whispered.
Distracted thoughts in an universe without tomorrow.
Frozen eternity, in a game of blue mirrors, what they shine
in to shatter in in thousand reverberations of senseless
grapevine, in a sky of silvered cobalt.
As you are more distant of the americhes, now
that ours to meet is ended, and I am by now only forever,
as a veliero without helmsman in a livid dawn in autumn.
