Inferno

A gathering of clouds served as our roof — Traveler,
The night lit with its fine fingers the lunar wax of August
We were on your terrace, the air was cool
And a field of lavender burned before us
The fire reached our melancholic hearts
I kissed you under a rainy sun
Traveler, the city began to dance around the blue flames
And the flowers were blazing in this infernal world
A hundred mute suns, a bed of trampled embers,
A thousand incendiary stars,
I went to talk with the stars near the fire,
A purple cloud accompanied my wise heart
And the music came to haunt me

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