I lived a long time under vast porticos
Which the marine suns tinted with a thousand fires
And which their great pillars, straight and majestic
Made the same, the evening, as basalt caves
The waves, in rolling the images of the skies
Mixed in a fashion solemn and mystic
The all-powerful chords of their rich music
With the colours of the sunset reflected by my eyes.
It's there where I have lived, in calm sensual pleasures
In the middle of the blue sky, of the waves, of splendours
And of nude slaves all saturated with scents
Who refreshed my forehead with palms
And whose only care was to probe and deepen
The painful secret that made me languish.
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