It is through my tears that I saw your face
Beautiful as a sound
too Beautiful to survive at the moment,
Love!
He seemed to me pale as the wind
Who hunts towards the sea the swans of passage.
Be however blessed by this sick soul
Ô you who left me not to return any more!
The world is real only in the recollection
Of those who knew you,
magician nomad.
And it's especially, above all your Regret which is dear to me!
Because if your eyes, Love, are beautiful as the sea
They also have from waters the wild bitterness
And whoever interrogate either their sky or their mist
Sooner or later sees decreasing on the winter horizon
The sail of the hope
on the deserted ocean!
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