near ferns in my garden, spreading and sprinkling
like the green-grey fountain in the Plaza del Piedro
I think, so I think of the lost shadows of the evening
and contemplate you for a while
A dreamy being, you are
You dance the silhouette of the swaying of the palm trees
with a vulnerable smile of subdued pleasure
across the pavement of my deserted love's square a last ray of sunshine sweeps
and kisses the earth with advancing broad lips
until it has taken over the whole of the square
and I am getting lost in you, my love
with my old clarinet, out of date,
I echo in all the corners, into the dark alleys
This is how I console the bygone day
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