Out in the fields, the flowerbeds,
For the mountains cradling the morning
Out of my crimson dreams of pagan
While the birds land on my shoulders ...

In vain I buried among rubble
Of cathedrals of a vain sculpture !
Look me, dizzy blonde sun of wonders,
the clouds, crying, call me sister!

Echoes of distant waves ... universes ..
Echoes of a World ... In a distance,
From where I brought the magic of my verses!
It's me! it's me! The one that in anxious hands
Held from life, as well as anyone,
The wicked thorns without touching the roses!