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Teiresias discovered 6 months ago- Nocturne to Mariano de Cavia You that have heard the heartbeat of the night, you that have heard, in the long, sleepless hours, a closing door, the rumble of distant wheels, a vague echo, a wandering sound from somewhere: you, in the moments of mysterious silence, when the forgotten ones issue from their prison-- in the hour of the dead, In the hour of repose-- will know how to read the bitterness in my verses. I fill them, as one would fill a glass, with all my grief for remote memories and black misfortunes, the nostalgia of my flower-intoxicated soul and the pain of a heart grown sorrowful with fêtes; with the burden of not being what I might have been, the loss of the kingdom that was awaiting me, the thought of the instant when I might not have been born and the dream my life has been ever since I was! All this has come in the midst of that boundless silence in which the night develops earthly illusions, and I feel as if an echo of the world's heart had penetrated and disturbed my own. Translated by Lysander Kemp
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- a gift from http://teiresias.stumbleupon.com :) From the page: "You that have heard the heartbeat of the night, you that have heard, in the long, sleepless hours, a closing door, the rumble of distant wheels, a vague echo, a wandering sound from somewhere: you, in the moments of mysterious silence, when the forgotten ones issue from their prison-- in the hour of the dead, In the hour of repose-- will know how to read the bitterness in my verses. I fill them, as one would fill a glass, with all my grief for remote memories and black misfortunes, the nostalgia of my flower-intoxicated soul and the pain of a heart grown sorrowful with fêtes; with the burden of not being what I might have been, the loss of the kingdom that was awaiting me, the thought of the instant when I might not have been born and the dream my life has been ever since I was! All this has come in the midst of that boundless silence in which the night develops earthly illusions, and I feel as if an echo of the world's heart had penetrated and disturbed my own. " Original Spanish version
