I lived a long time under vast galleries
Which the marine suns tinted with a thousand fires
And whose great pillars, straight and majestic
Rendered them at evening like 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 ecstasies
In the middle of the blue, of the waves, of splendours
And of nude slaves all soaked in scent
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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