Here I am, all alone and torn to bits

the sky roars while the clouds accumulate

they tighten, they blacken, they fall apart.

Evaporating seawater stains the stone.

Sacred anguish and horrors my eyes breathe

To what, ravaging nature, what sterile

solitude is sent one who anxious

for love is overcome and perishes?

Where, cross-less-Christ , will your eyes find their place?

Where, enemy shadow, where’s the honored

specter that will receive my countenance?

And for whom do I throw my life away?

I have fitted a veil in the size

of the clear blue sky with a canvas shaped

to the structure of a famous shadow,

the sad man sees the rocks in the lovely

tropical country, where there are white men

with black Venuses who crowned with fetid

and murky flowers all begin dancing;

with each new swing, the earth springs beneath them!

When the huge kiss without flavor of worn

and hardened lips trembles closed out will fly

birds of death dyed the color of bile.