Peaked smell of candles,
And smoke of the extinct appointment,
I shall quiveringly protect,
In a captivity of pages of memoirs.
On a crone of Solar eclipses,
On soft feathers of birds of prey,
In pockets of sweet dreams,
Search, traces of my eyelashes.
Everywhere where shadows,
In embraces of drunk reductions at night dance,
I shall plant to you flowers,
Magnificent as you.
