In Autumn

Eros, Vita, Lumen

In the pallid afternoons
clouds roam tranquil
in the blue; on their burning hands
they rest their pensive heads.
Ah, the sighs! Ah, the sweet dreams!
Ah, the intimate sorrows!
Ah, the gold dust floating in the air,
behind those tremulous waves
the damp and tender eyes exchange looks,
the mouths inundated with smiles,
the frizzy hair
and the caress of rosy fingers!