Chapter 9 night

79 In the night, love, tie your heart to mine, In this way the two hearts will work together to beat back the darkness in the dream, Like a double-sided drum beating in the forest Fight against thick walls of damp foliage. Night Travel: The Black Flame of Sleep snipping the thread of the grapes of the earth, On time like a train dragging on and on A frenzied train of shadows and cold rocks. So, love, tie me to a purer Move on, and take the underwater swan in your chest The steadfastness of the flapping of wings is closely bound together, so that our sleep may have the only key, With a door shut by shadows, answer

A starry sky sparkling question. 80 Darling, I'm back from travel and sorrow Back to your voice, back to your hand flying on the guitar, Back to disturb the autumn fire with kisses, Back to the night that circled the sky. I pray for bread and sovereignty for the people of the world, For the worker with no future, I pray for the fields, I wish no one told me to stop my blood or sing. Yet I cannot renounce your love, unless death comes. Just play a waltz and sing about the peaceful moonlight, A boat song, in the flowing water of the guitar, Till my head bowed, dreaming: For I have spent a lifetime of sleepless weaving

This shelter in the grove - where your hand lives and flies Vigil for the sleeping traveler. 81 Now you belong to me.In my dream, lean on the dream and rest. Love and pain and work should now sleep in peace. The night turns its invisible axle, You are pure as sleeping amber by my side. Darling, no one else will sleep peacefully in my dreams.you will go away We will leave together, across the ocean of time. No one will accompany me through the shadows, Except you, evergreen, eternal sun, eternal moon. Your hand has opened a delicate fist Let their soft floating gestures fade away,

Your eyes are closed like two gray wings, I follow In the end, let your surging folded waves take me take away.The night, the world, the wind weaves and spins their destiny. Without you, I'm your dream, that's all, that's all. 82 Beloved, when we close this door of night, Follow me, love, through the land of shadows: Close your dreams and enter my eyes with your sky, Expands like a wide river in my blood. Goodbye, goodbye, falling into the past every day Cruel light in the sack. Farewell, every gleam of watches or oranges. Hello, oh shadow, my intermittent friend! In this boat or water or death or new life,

We are united again, asleep, resurrected, We are the marriage of the night in the blood. I don't know who lives and who dies, who rests and who wakes, But I know it's your heart that will dawn Grace, dispense into my breast. 86 O Southern Cross, O aromatic phosphorescent clover, Your beauty shoots fourfold kisses today, Through the shadow and through my hat: The moon circled in the cold. And then, with my love and my love, oh frost blue Diamonds, the stillness of the night sky, Mirror: you appear, the night is because of you The wine cellar is full of vibrating wine aroma.

O smooth, pure fish throbbing silver light, Green crosses, brightly shaded parsley, Flying fireflies fixed in the pure sky: Come and rest with me, and let us close our eyes together. Sleep with the night of the world, just a minute. Light up your star-studded four figures on me. 89 When I die, I want you to put your hand over my eyes: I want light and wheat from your dear hands Spread its freshness through me again: I want to experience the tenderness that changed my destiny. I want you alive when I'm asleep waiting for you. I want your ears still listening to the wind, I want you

Smell the fragrance of the sea we both loved, Continue to walk on the beach we walked. I want everything I love to live on, And you—I love and sing about you above all— I want you to keep thriving and blooming, so that you can reach wherever my love leads you, so that my shadow can walk in your hair, Then all things will understand why I sing. 90 I imagine I am dead, feel the cold approaching me, The rest of life is contained within your being: Your mouth is the day and night of my world, Your skin is the republic I built with kisses. In a moment it all ends—books, Friendship, hard-earned wealth,

The transparent house you and I built together: Ah, it's all gone, only your eyes are left. For in our troubled lives love is but A wave higher than other waves, But when death knocks at our door, then Only your gaze fills the void, Only your clarity will push back nothingness, Only your love, block the shadows. 92 My dear, if I die and you live, My dear, if you die while I live, Let us not allow sorrow to occupy greater territory: The place we live in is the widest space. Dust of wheat, sand of the desert, Time, wandering water, misty wind, Sweep us like floating seeds.

Otherwise we may not be able to find each other in time. This meadow where we find ourselves, O little infinity, we give it back. But love, this love is not over yet, As if it had never been born, it also will not die, like a long river, Only change the land, change the lip shape. 93 If your chest pauses for a moment, If something no longer moves, no longer burns through your veins, If the voice in your mouth escapes without forming words, If your hand forgets to fly and falls asleep, Mathilde, dear, let your lips part a little, For that last kiss should stay with me, It should only stay in your mouth forever,

So it can follow me into death. I'll kiss your crazy cold lips, While caressing the fruit left by your body, Die while looking for the light with your eyes closed. So when the earth accepts our embrace, We shall merge into one death, Live forever in the eternity of kisses. 94 If I die, please live on with pure strength, To make pale and cold rage; Flash your indelible eyes, from south to south, From sun to sun until your mouth sings like a guitar. I don't want your laughter or your wobbly steps, I don't want my happy heritage to perish; Don't shout into my chest, I'm not there.

Please live in my departure like you live in a house. Leaving such a huge house, you will walk through walls Hang the picture in pure atmosphere. Leaving the house so transparent, Even in death, I'll be there watching you, If you suffer, my dear, I will die again. 99 Other days will come, plants and planets Silence will eventually be understood, So many pure things are going to happen! The violin will radiate the fragrance of the moon! Maybe bread will be like yours: own your voice, your wheat, And something else - the lost The Fall Horses - will also speak in your voice. Even if it's not exactly what you want, Love will still fill the barrel, Like the old honey of the shepherds, And in the dust of my heart (there hoarded many bountiful things), You will shuttle back and forth between melons and fruits. 100 In the center of the earth I will place the agate Push aside so I can see You are like a scribe, with a stick Water pen to transcribe the twigs of plants. How wonderful the world is!What a wonderful cilantro! Happy is the ship that sails through sweet lands! You may be, I may be, a topaz. There are no more conflicts and disputes in the bell. Nothing but free-flowing air, The apple that rides the wind, Juicy Books in the Forest: Where the carnation breathes, we shall set out to sew a garment, and wore it till As old as the kiss of victory.