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The wintry NUN of the night goes out her temples;
And slowly steps down under comets and stars.
She has held and holy vespers into HELIOS” alter;
And her robe flourishes above my sleeping town.
As a dog of devotion my emptiness squats on the door steps,
And I see it to lick lovely memories left by occasions’ guests,
As besotted my home spins his roof over near black squares;
And a cold bloomy wind in just kissing his windows tonight;
And the door bell keeps his silence-
As a shell thrown out by the ocean;
And the watch moans his dreams,
Crucified on the wall.
If you come towards me,
As a moon full of a lone and emptiness,
Show me only on hint,
I will be happy to open-
Every gate of my soul!! …