For everything, for everything I thank you:
For the secret torment of passions,
For the bitterness of tears, the poison of a kiss,
For the revenge of enemies and slander of friends;
For the heat of the soul, wasted in the desert,
For everything I was deceived in life...
Just arrange it so that from now on you
It didn't take me long to thank him.

Design

Whoever comprehends your smile
And the expression of your azure eyes,
He will understand my prayer
And the chant of your ecstatic lips.
The day falls silent over the hot earth,
And, blazing with imperishable purple,
Here he is, young Apollo,
Here he goes into the distance with a quiver and a lyre.
Let you be a reflection that captivates us,
Let you rush after him like a dream,
But to you is our prayerful hour,
That flies into our souls with the dawn.

Richi Bans

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