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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=426586" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Nocturne III</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">One night <br>one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings;<br> one night <br>in which fantastic fireflies burnt in the humid nuptial shadows, <br>slowly by my side, pressed altogether close, silent and pale, <br>as if a presentiment of infinite bitternesses <br>agitated you unto the most hidden fibers of your being,<br>along the flowering path which crosses the plain<br> you walked;<br> and the full moon<br>in the infinite and profound blue heavens scattered its white light;<br> and your shadow, <br> fine and languid, <br> and my shadow <br> projected by the rays of the moon, <br> upon the sorrowful sands <br> of the path, joined together;<br> and they became one, <br> and they became one,<br> and they became only one long shadow, <br> and they became only one long shadow,<br> and they became only one long shadow....</div><div style="margin:10px 0"> Tonight<br> alone; my soul<br>full of the infinite bitternesses and agonies of your death, <br>separated from you by time, by the tomb and by distance, <br> by the infinite blackness<br> where our voice cannot reach, <br> silent and alone <br> along the path I walked ...<br>And the barking of dogs at the moon could be heard,<br> at the pale moon, <br> and the chirping <br> of the frogs ... <br>I felt cold. It was the coldness that in your alcove<br>your cheeks and your temples and your adoréd hands possessed <br> within the snowy whiteness <br> of the mortuary sheets.<br>It was the coldness of the sepulcher, it was the ice of death, <br> it was the coldness of oblivion.<br> And my shadow,<br>projected by the rays of the moon, <br> walked alone, <br> walked alone,<br>walked alone along the solitary plain;<br> and your shadow, svelte and agile,<br> fine and languid, <br>as in that warm night of springtime death, <br>as in that night full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings, <br> approached and walked with mine, <br> approached and walked with mine, <br>approached and walked with mine ... Oh, the shadows intertwined!<br>Oh, the corporeal shadows united with the shadows of the souls!<br>Oh, the seeking shadows in those nights of sorrows and of tears!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jose+Asuncion+Silva">Jose Asuncion Silva</a><div class=q>
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one night all full of murmurings, of perfumes and music of wings;
 one night 
in which fantastic fireflies burnt in the humid nuptial shadows, 
slowly by my side, pressed altogether close, silent and pale, 
as if a presentiment of infin..."></div>
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