My muse!
What beauty do you hide within twilights?
What dreams you gave birth to beyond the forest glades?
What songs did you sing in the deep gorges?
What rays do you seek in the gloomy evenings?


My muse!
I stand at the silent crag.
Beat the silence through the eternity absorbed.
I see everywhere the old sunset
Everywhere appears dawn revived.

My muse!
The years and the grey hair like the mountain crests,
brightening under the hidden fogs.
The spirit carved by the thin pen,
Trembling, breaking, far away in the remote places

My muse!
I wonder, did you come as a curse
Or as a play played dizzily
I see the eyes of the girl hidden
And the tears transformed into an emerald.

My muse!
Like a holy soul impels induces neglect forgetfulness
Why poets we became in the morning
Under the vagrant step the day passes by
In our apparitions life