What did I take from life ?
All things are similar in oppression,
In deprivation, in killing each other,
In sorrows, in the shadow of the
moon.
All faces are similar in fear ,
In wandering, in burying the flowers .
What did I take from life ?
I still dream of the white nights,
And the perfumed warmth .
I missed the days of childhood .
The time of love is lost
The music committed suicide,
The spring dried,
The brave cavalier , in silence ,
Retreated and committed suicide.
All the poems about you must go,
All the ruins of your dreams must go ,
And the rifts of age must go ,
All your tears in horizon
Like rains and flowers must go .
In spite of all these , I miss travelling.
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