José Asunción Silva

Biographical details

Portrait of José Asunción Silva José Asunción Silva Twilight

In which through clouds and mists,
the nervous soul returns
To those happy days of infancy
that passed quickly,
It is the hour in which the breeze between the trees
has vague words,
It is the hour in which life is sleepy
from night's kiss.
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