God, as a young life is terrible,
How delightful it breathes,
But in her happiness and sorrow in vain
Struggling in terrible convulsions sleep!
Death are calling and impotent hand
I tried in vain to tear up lives,
In vain you wish to do away with him,
seek death, desire to look…
Let the darkness rather dark night
hide desires, affairs and debauchery!
ABOUT, how to burn beautiful eyes, –
Death is not happy, life is not happy.
Forget the terrible life, friend,
Chest passion stirs your love,
ABOUT, relax in the arms of a friend,
Passion ignites cold blood.
Our lips in kissing merge,
I will kiss your breath,
God, as soon as the clock sweep…
God, by what I have a passion tormented!..
February March 1898
