Translation:Harmonies
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What is the nature
Of which the human soul forms part
And is a faithful copy having dark strengths
Silences, lights, musics, and shadows.
Vague fogs also...the illusions
That embellish the landscape when they shine
And that disappear when you appear,
Sun of reality that disperses them....
And as if in a succession neverending
Everything is born on Earth and everything dies,
In the ideal world of the spirits
Similar laws reign eternally:
They sprout over the tombs of the dead
The flowers, messengers of happiness;
Over the tomb of a love lamented
Sprout dreams of mystic sadness.