rain in March
It was raining infernally... while me and you
were making love through some mansards.
Through the oval-shaped windows of the sky,
the clouds had been flowing in the March's.
The walls of the room were agitating
behind some sketches drawing with chalk.
By means of our souls, all were dancing
in an unseen something from a concrete world.
"The rain will pour on your wings", — you said,
"And will rain with lump's ornaments
on the whole globe, and through the weather".
"Doesn't matter", — I was telling you, — "Lorelei,
it rains only on my flight, with the feather...that's all".
Then I rose up higher and higher without knowing
in which part of the world I left my room.
You've been calling me out from behind, —
"Answer me, answer me... what's more beautiful...?
The people...? The rain...?"
It was raining infernally, a total madness of rain, while
me and you were making through some mansards.
I'd have never wanted it to experience this end...,
never... in that month of some March's rain.
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