VIOLETS AND ROSES

…before poppies and vines illuminated the brow of summer,
before, long before, I saw your soul;

[it was, as you came, light crying out, permeating the avenue with a thirst for love,
for life]

…and thus it wounded me, like dawn illuminating the sea with all the fires,
forges and instruments in which the spirit drinks and is;

therefore, feeling pure fire burning upon its rim,
my strength was immolated seeing you in me, pure and ablaze;

…oh beloved, I name and commemorate you today;

my mind and heart see you and keep you pure;

do not fear, then, and remember me;

and if in you glimpse my soul, in it you will hear, and hear, that I love you;

[…in his sacred crypts, man keeps the bread that will sustain the furies
or gods of his house;

…therefore, and now, with no turning back, where shall I place the violets!

But above all, tell me, my most beloved, where and how can I establish roses for you!
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Antonio Justel
https://antoniojustel.com
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