«In such an inexplicable blue, / Upon the stonework to embark, / The little ship of glowing hue / Appears in Alexander Park. / The little lamp, a yellow rose, / Arising — ready to retreat — / Above the people it adores; / Near strangers' feet. In such an inexplicable blue / The d...»
«Wine and joy are completely forgotten, / As well as his armor and sword. / Alone he descends in the rotten / Mysterious dungeon. The door Is squeaking with long drawn sound / For no one has entered inside. / The dark and the damp reign around. / The window is narrow and high. His eyes ...»
«The fun times and wine are forgotten, / The armor and sword're left behind, — / Alone he goes down to the bottom / Of dungeon — no light in hand, blind. / / The door started squeaking with drawling, — / It has not been used for a while. / It's humid and dark behind door ring, /...»
«En el organismo humano, / se sabe, hay alrededor / de noventa por ciento de agua / (como en Paganini — de amor). Si aun, como excepcion, / el gentio te holla — en / la humana destinacion / hay noventa por ciento de bien. Hay noventa por ciento de musica, / si aun se parece al mo...»