Ethereal clouds, 

clouds like tulle, 

transport my soul 

through azure heaven.

Far from the house 

that sees me suffer, 

far from these walls 

that watch me die!

Clouds of passage, 

carry me to the sea 

to listen to the song 

of the high tide, 

to sing amid 

the flowering waves.

Clouds, blossoms, faces, 

sketch me the one 

who is gradually being erased 

by time's infidelity. 

My soul decays 

without his face.

Clouds, passing 

clouds, stop 

over my heart 

with your fresh mercy. 

My lips are open:

I thirst.
 
 
 

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