When the Shadow threatened with the fatal law

Such an old Dream, desire and pain of my vertebrae,

Saddened to die under the dismal ceilings

It doubtless bent its wing in me.

Luxury, o room of ebony where, to seduce a king

The famous festoons twist themselves to death,

You are only a pride lied by the darkness

To the eyes of the monk dazzled by his faith

Yes, I know that in this distant night, the Earth

Throws a big brightness on the bizarre mystery

Under the hideous centuries that darken it less.

The space to itself seems to increase or deny

Rolls in this boredom of the vile lights that witness

What was a star in a festive mood turned genius.

3/16/08