On rusty hinges open shutters,
Breathing sweet first jets.
From the mountain down the whole fog recent
AND, White, I hugged my pasture.
there was light, but the sun had risen.
I have sense of anticipation around.
Sleep without worries. You did not wake
My dream, my friend serene.
I am watching, pensive dreamer:
At the head, fortunetelling in secret,
your features, philosopher and sculptor,
Portraying and give you.
Sometime in the moment of admiration
With him at the same time and at sunset,
Giving him his image,
You will say in passing: "How he loved me!..»
June 1902
