For one of those caprices of the mind, I did not doubt.
A strange sigh suddenly diverted my solitude.
Change would take place in the atmosphere and weather.
I havetily wiped away the burning drops from my eyes.
My guiding spirit allowed me the rest I so much desire.
I felt light, gazed a kind of wonder.
Wafted towards despond nevertheless,
roaring like thunder, cracked in every direction,
none but a demon truly miserable feeding with the sweet expressions that from you escaped,
did so make you feel deeply empty.
Until I almost began to think you were the monster you said you are,
I threatened myself to not continue shuttered.
I may had been wrong again, in my solitary rambles I grew nervous and restless.
Sometimes I wished broke from me and find in the fragments the pleasant song of the birds,
the purr of the cat, Instead, I so much dreaded to behold.
A sickening despair had been thrown, I have never had experienced sensations like those.
I feared to wander from the sight of your creatures,
with a heavy heart and depressed spirit I begged my fate,
I begged sense enough not to despise me in a fit of enthusiastic madness,
but it is true that my daydreams rushed out in agony,
condemned myself in an unhappy victim.
My purposed avowal died far away my lips.
A prolonged silence belies the sobs. T
here is nothing left. This night is dreadful.
