The Gypsy and the Wind
Playing her part moon
Precosia es
along a watery path of laurels and crystal lights.
The starless silence, fleeing
from her rhythmic tambourine,
falls where the sea whips and sings,
his night filled with silvery swarms.
High atop the mountain peaks
the sentinels are weeping;
they guard the tall white towers
of the English sulate.
And gypsies of the water
for their pleasure erect
little castles of ch shells
and arbors of greening pine.
Playing her part moon
Precosia es.
The wind sees her and rises,
the wind that never slumbers.
Naked Saint Christopher swells,
watg the girl as he plays
with tongues of celestial bells
on an invisible bagpipe.
Gypsy, let me lift your skirt
and have a look at you.
Open in my a fingers
the blue rose of your womb.
Precosia throws the tambourine
and runs away in terror.
But the virile wind pursues her
with his breathing and burning sword.
The sea darkens and roars,
while the olive trees turn pale.
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