Trapped in this prison of what I would not want to escape, trapped in the soft breeze of your eyes and the scent of your eyes on the earth. What's new in the twilight of your breast?
Trapped, look at me the eyes of your children who rise up against you today! Ineffable muse of deaf melodies and mellifluous verses, once again under your skirt and let me die here ... Trapped between your aurora and your inscrutable ground.