There are few dogs that bark. A thousand violins fit in the palm of the hand. But the weeping is an immense angel. The weeping is an immense dog. The weeping is an immense violin.
Tears strangle the wind.
Nothing is heard but the weeping. Beginning of my life, I want to tell all of your beauty, Here, in the midst of the sea, while I seek for you, While I have only the cool beauty Of the waves to compare with you. Your hair is a fountain of gold, A rain of foam embracing me, Bearing me up, to sail to the end of the night. Your brow is the dawn above double rainbows, Where the suns go by so gently Like boats dreaming into the daybreak. Your thighs are like two long still bays.