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From this bizarre and livid sky
Tormented by your destiny,
Into your vacant spirit fly
What tho~ghts? respond, you libertine.
Voracious in my appetite
For the uncertain and unknown,
I do not whine for paradise
As Ovid did, expelled from Rome.
Skies tom apart like wind-swept sands,
You are the mirrors of my pride;
Your mourning clouds, so black and wide,
Are hearses that my dreams command,
And you reflect in flashing light
The Hell in which my heart delights.
Tormented by your destiny,
Into your vacant spirit fly
What tho~ghts? respond, you libertine.
Voracious in my appetite
For the uncertain and unknown,
I do not whine for paradise
As Ovid did, expelled from Rome.
Skies tom apart like wind-swept sands,
You are the mirrors of my pride;
Your mourning clouds, so black and wide,
Are hearses that my dreams command,
And you reflect in flashing light
The Hell in which my heart delights.
