when the black night imposes shadows comes across and clothes the opposite house
every minute is counted as temporal blindness of my innermost spirit
that refuses to post anthems and lamentations as it cuts the corners of my soul
and since darkness belongs to the domain of death floats narcotic to the distant dreams
to find new faces new masks new voices with arms of woman and myth of lips
crossing the bridges of shades and abstractions of forgotten memories
the trees have become souls, the street has become an absence of forms
now the rain comes and plays its inaudible aria sensual epilogues to the windows of the world
the night ,the night, her. i am in her arms for ever