Oh! Dear Infinity
When will you divorce your pain?
Don’t you see that there’s nothing sane
In bringing it always to my solitude?
This room, white as my expectations,
Veils that readable future for my eyes
And this poet’s heart
Stops beating with a slow elegy
For that youth in which I used to inhabit.
Oh! Dear Infinity of the souls…
Restrain your impetus at least
And let me breathe again
That air full of expectations,
Until my lungs darken
And my body dies with smiling lips.