adolescent poetry

IV

Catching moments of gloomy sadness,
We walked the rough, slippery paths.
happy moments, joys awaited us,
despised them, we have rejected you.

We parted. Free life, our,
We have forgotten the old days,
AND, I think, of the total, light cup
We drink happiness, until seeing the bottom.

Someday, with the last drop of sweet,
Fate again pit stubbornly us,
Again merge into one love a mystery,
And we will go, catch sorrows hour.

21 July 1898

V

You, may be, you do not want to guess,
How dearly I love you, my genius?
No one, no one can suffer so much,
None of our timid generations.

My love is on fire at times,
sometimes shines, as the star night,
But ever the eternal flame and live
Shivering in the shower, in a moment ugasaya.

ABOUT, no passion! But the secret dreams
For the heart are sometimes gentle sweet,
When I want to be everywhere, where are you,
And kiss thy folds of clothing.

I dream, so that not a single soul
Not seen thy soul imperishable,
And I just, mortal, I knew, how good
one is, in all, throughout the universe.

13 September 1898

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