sexta-feira, 14 de setembro de 2012


Take away this fire of hatred
from the chest of mine,
then quench this hellfire on the
cold waters of the heart thine.

Let me drink the gulp of life
from the heart thine;
The goblet of life of fleshy alloy
turn over to the mouth of mine.

Pour the content of your heart,
let it flow from the chest thine,
this brief flood may water
the dryness, the chest of mine.

So let it flow, this water of life,
laked on the heart thine,
either water me briefly, my thirst,
or drown the being of mine. 

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