Disappeared, He flew to the heights.
Broke off in remote areas.
Paths azure Rise
On the wings of light and lovers.
There lift her veil.
Moan moan equally responsible.
Strange visions and spirits
Riddled with powerful law.
caught, Catch her answer.
You spend the best years.
There - in front - or no sound,
neither dreams, our passions, no freedom.
I woke up the dormant eagle
And the sun turned the apple.
And there, yearning, found
The path of rebellious dove.
11 July 1902
