Autumn Lubies
Autumn Lubies


The gloomy nights of autumn
Stretches, impeccable languor
Shrunken paddles, in tepidness
Cajoling fine, sluggish beings
Out of the darkness comes lightning,
Your spectrum furnishing the unconscious
Reviving omniscient dreams
Softened by your clear charm
Thin, pathetic tears
Water my pale dream
My soul soothed and unvarnished
Hopes for seraphic joy
Hello autumn of grudges!
To the very long insipid nights
Of your whims my heart is empty
From your excesses, he is the winner!