MEMORY

From the hurricane the dark wings
go enraged over the abyss ,
As funereal crowns laying down,
White foams on the black sea.

They come as much to my memory,
my cool hours of my young age,
With the present restlessness they looks fuzzy,
Like the foam and the horror of the sea.

Vision of light! love first and pure,
Goblet of syrup that I threw disloyal!
On this night that saddens my soul,
You are the foam that illuminates the sea.

Perfumes come from my native soil
Clover, roses, violas, orange blossom.
And from that mysterious flower of air
Which is like white foam from the sea.

On the beach of the immense river I feel
Running swiftly the fierce sorrel,
Bathed the breast in silver foam,
Like the foam that the sea lifts.

Mother and sisters who mourn my absence,
I will step on your desert threshold:
He is the hateful tyrant of my country
Slight foam that swallows the sea.