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RHYME I

I know a strange gigantic hymn
that announces dawn in the night of the soul,
and these pages are of this hymn
cadences that the air diffuses into shadows.

I wanted to capture it, of men
taming the rebellious, stingy language,
with words that were at the same time
sighs and laughter, colors and notes.

But the struggle is in vain; there is no code
able to confine it, and barely, oh my beauty!
if holding your hands in mine,
could I sing it softly to you alone.