Fleeting Star
Oh fate always bound
To the splashing to the usury of the wind
Nocturnal appearance of subdued glow
Winter passes the light
With free nails on a heart without armature
Sharpens its lioness claws
Beautiful night of ancient wounds
Rough wind tender darkness
Keep the moveable castle
May a star fall
Over the nacre blood
Over the alabaster breast
Over the lungs of snow
Under the feet of nocturnal fire
Oh free Night to you
Forever Oh word
From Le Château de Grisou (1943)
{ César Moro, La tortuga ecuestre y otros textos, ed. Julio Ortega, Caracas: Monte Ávila Editores, 1976 }
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