On Thorns I Lay

As the nightfall brings the fear of darkness
The strange and magical type of the beauty
The splendid tone of silence
Find the road of my heart
I remember a big solitary state
So close to the incandescence
Oh hot southwest wind
Burried to the internal of my dreaming
World, I bring to my face the icon
The fearfull damnation that I had invoked,
Extinguished impressions
The sighs take her shape, cause the
Spirit of love governs and reigns
Burning, the most humiliation worship
For reasons that they will be known
Into the sky, the pale gods with the faged winds
From Egypt many inauspiciouses as the reflection
Of a reverie, an etherial sight that will bring
You to the trance
Round the sleepless souls of virgins
Into the lake of the swans
Voluptuous simplicity of the line