Questions

Questions

In this useless torment, this commitment

To make in silence what sing in me,

Rises me cries hoarse to the throat

In a cry of madness that I refrain.

OH soul, heathland sacrosanct,

Golden soul sister I have,

Say where to go, from where do I come

In this pain that excites me and welling up me!

Visions of new worlds, of infinite

Cadences of sobs and cries,

Bonfire burning that consumes me!

Say what is this hand that drags me?

Stain of blood that throbs and spreads ...

Say of what is that I thirst and hunger?!