Lorenz

Ode to the fair lady

How sweet is death  smiling

fragile white lady 

waving to me in the rain.

Images of life ,spinning 

like donkey\'s gentle ritornello

 around the well ...

Love story in a two -bit  novel,

night train which carries 

a litany  of  desires and some regrets...

My exalted body will know no more battles

like so many strokes of the sword 

 the clock will finally tell me the truth ...

Gentle death ,discreet lover,

you open your arms to me .

Together,roaming  fields and meadows ,

dream islands and cities of legend ,

and a prince of melancholy

will welcome us in his court of minstrels .

Beautiful courtesans ,let us see if the rose

tomorrow at dawn ...

Slowly ,the shapes fade into a play 

 of light and shadow ...

From my window ,putting words 

on eternity \'s  unveiled  ,

you \'ll be gone ,leaving a scent of oblivion ...