Once, if I remember well, my life was a feast where all hearts opened and all wines flowed.
All day long he was docile, intelligent, good, Though sometimes changing to a darker mood. He seemed hypocritical, could tell better lies, in the dark he saw dots of colors behind closed eyes, clenched fists, put his tongue out at his elder brother.
One evening I sat Beauty on my knees – And I found her bitter – And I reviled her.
I shed more tears than God could ever have required.
I may die of earthly love, or of devotion.
I understand, and not knowing how to express myself without pagan words, I’d rather remain silent