Though I am the mine
Of rum and wine...

Whisper me the roses
blooms in the flown spring...

Once as I was a little shrub swaying happily right...
surrounded by a warm breeze, my mother and my...

There are tombs with gloom traces
Of fear in the far sighted eyes...

" And my life ends, ends my pride and glory
In the drafts I am not, not a line nor a...

The gardens in you bloom like fate
each herb is a slave before your gate...

My tongue will not drench
in neither English nor French...

I am naught but a sigh
in the tear of your eye...

Your majesty covers the feathers of death
Beneath the wings of your corpse...

I befriend Death tonight
I weep...

My life is pale
the much I beheld the days and wept...

One day , once a haze , once a night
once your rain , a spring of light...