Poema 3 [English translation]

Ah, the vastness of the pine trees, murmur of breaking waves

the gentle play of the lights, a desolate bell,

twilight descending in your eyes, darling,

terrestrial seashell, in you the earth sings!

In you the rivers sing and my soul runs in them

as you wish and to wherever you want.

Mark my path in your arch of hope

and in my delerium I will release my flight of arrows.

Around me, I am looking at your misty waist

and your silence besieges my haunted hours,

and it is you with your arms of transparent stone

where my kisses are anchored and my wet yearnings dwell.

Ah, your mysterious voice that colors and bends love

in the resonant and dying twilight!

Thus, in the profound hours, over the fields I have seen

spikes bend in the mouth of the wind.