NIGHT.
It is an ebony sky dotted with gold,
It is the duel of Osiris over immensity:
the infinity pours its tears into stars
and it hangs its crepes of silent darkness ...
Yes, to deny the stars their bright treasure,
they hide their lamps of clear clarity,
it's black as a soul where decorum fled
and where only hate and evil remain ...
In it is a golden tear every star
that rolls to the unknown chasms ... and in it
Selene's face, like a sun with splendor,
when standing in the brunos sidereal spaces,
maybe I'll get down to the bottom of psyche criminles
as the divine eye that looked for Cain ...