IN THIS OBSCENE PHOTOGRAPH SOLD (TO HIDDEN GLANCES) ON THE STREET,
IN THIS PORNOGRAPHIC PHOTOGRAPH
HOW CAN THERE BE A FACE SO
WONDERFUL AS YOURS.
WHO KNOWS THE FATAL, SORDID LIFE YOU WILL LEAD;
IN WHAT CRUEL ENVIRONMENT
YOU WERE MADE INTO THIS PHOTOGRAPH;
WHAT VULGAR SPIRIT IS YOURS.
BUT DESPITE EVERYTHING, THAT WONDERFUL FACE
THAT FIGURE MADE AND OFFERED FOR GREEK PLEASURE
REMAINS WITH ME AND I SING OF YOU.
JANUARY 1904 AS I REMEMBER THE NIGHTS OF THAT JANUARY, EVERYTHING STIRS IN MY MIND UNDER THOSE INSTANTS, AND I FIND YOU, AND HEAR OUR LAST WORDS AND FIRST. OH DESPERATE NIGHTS OF THAT JANUARY, WHEN VISION FADES AWAY AND I AM LEFT ALONE. HOW QUICKLY TREES, HOUSE, STREETS, LAMPS NOW SILENCED, DISAPPEAR AND DISSOLVE, AND IN THE SHADOW YOUR BELOVED BEAUTY IS ERASED.
AT THE THEATER (MARCH 1904) I Grew bored with contemplating the scene, AND RAISED MY EYES TOWARDS THE BALCONIES. AND IN ONE OF THEM YOU SAW ME WITH THAT STRANGE BEAUTY OF YOURS, YOUR CORRUPTED YOUTH. IT RETURNED TO MY MIND WHAT I HAD HEARD SPEAKING OF YOU, AND MY THOUGHTS AND BODY WERE MOVED. AND WHILE ONCE AND AGAIN I CONTEMPLATED FASCINATED THAT FRAGILE BEAUTY, YOUR FRAGILE YOUTH, I WAS SEARCHING FOR IT THROUGH YOUR CLOTHES, I IMAGINED YOU AND IDEALIZED YOU, FULL OF WHAT I HAD HEARD TELLING ABOUT YOU.
AL ADVERTIR THE love (1911) AL ADVERTIR A BEAUTIFUL love YOU FEEL PALPITATE AND TREMBLE LIKE A SENSIBLE MAN. AND, HAPPY, YOU REMEMBER HOW MUCH YOUR FANTASY WAS PLASMED: THE FIRST SENSATIONS; LATER THE OTHERS – MINIMAL OR NOT – THAT PASSED AND WIPED OUT IN YOUR LIFE, MORE TRUE AND PALPABLE. OF SUCH LOVES YOU HAVE NEVER BEEN DEPRIVED. Y ON THOSE MILKY ONES I ABANDONED MYSELF AND WAS HAPPY
love GAY
Before falling asleep I touch thinking of you, surely you have strong arms, your childlike face makes me feel like a woman.
I dream of the kiss that I promise to myself alone, I need your manly heat, I tremble, I don't understand how I can love and feel like a man still, you are my first strange and beautiful experience, I desire you as the woman I could never be.
I am one who cries at night, but this night I prefer being stood up watching the moon feeling alone without you, I'm still waiting for you and you're not arriving to make me feel like I'm wrong.
Before falling asleep I touch thinking of you, surely you have strong arms, your childlike face makes me feel like a woman.
I dream of the kiss that I promise to myself alone, I need your manly heat, I tremble, I don't understand how I can love and feel like a man still, you are my first strange and beautiful experience, I desire you as the woman I could never be.
I am one who cries at night, but this night I prefer being stood up watching the moon feeling alone without you, I'm still waiting for you and you're not arriving to make me feel like I'm wrong.
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