The Magnets of the Abyss
I could fall!…I could fall!…
On the shores of this star
I could take such a step
that I don’t touch the ground…
I could fall!…I could fall!…
When, in the mystic dance
I throw roses to the sea…
almost never, almost never
can the painful tide
shelter my roses.
…The anguished waves flee
unable to take me with them.
I slip on roses toward the sky…
I fall into the abyss.
I long for it.
Ah, yes!…I can fall now.
I slip on roses…they magnetize me
the peaceful stars
that wish to shelter me.
…………………………………
But I tear off my petals…
unable to stop myself.
I know:
my pained stem
is left tangled in waves
of oblivion’s waters.
That’s why, the intangible star
awaits me still, and I slip
like a cascade of roses
by its ineffable lights.
But suffering earth
feels the vanquished shore
beneath my divine step…
I could fall!…I could fall!…
Ah, yes! The grief-stricken earth
not even with its tragic wound
can hold me.
I slip on roses…on roses…