Replica of my body Tree of deserted houses She who chooses among my words The word I myself have chosen When I hear her name I forget all words She is my sorrow and my knowledge Bride of soul and instincts Source of carnal desires ... Mute cry, stars of my night She who carries My sword and its wreckage She who knows how to tame Who surpasses the flowers in the fields Who vanquishes the fruits of wilderness Blue lily of melancholy Laughing...laughing...laughing