day care. In the dust of the road
Burn the last rays.
Their red glow of immutable
I merged with the fire of my candles.
And the other night, my forward
floats, slowly clear.
Let the red glow of not notice -
Come maybe she.
And all, it was impossible
The alarm of the day, il morning,
be done here, in the dust of the road,
In the rays of sunset, evening.
1 February 1902
