This island that lives in me
And turns me into an island,
Lost amidst an endless sea:
Lost within me,
It has the shape of my own island!
This incandescent lava,
Spilled across my breast,
Makes a different being out of me...
I carry the seed of the seas,
I have the demeanour of aggrieved yearning!
I carry, in my body, the heavy slowness
Of fogs and mists!
There's a cloud that is threatening
To pour itself down in storms
In these heron eyes of mine...
In this dead end
Where my heart lives,
I hear sounds of farewell,
I see signals of departure,
Yet I stubbornly refuse to leave!
I carry, in my body, the heavy slowness
Of fogs and mists!
There's a cloud that is threatening
To pour itself down in storms
Inside these, my heron-like eyes...
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In this dead end
Where my heart lives,
I hear sounds of farewell,
I see signals of departure,
Yet I stubbornly refuse to leave!
Yet I stubbornly refuse to leave...