José Asunción Silva

“ 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. ”

“ That sleep forever in the sepulchre
And that we have not seen for so long.
They come down over the things of life
the shadows of the eternal
And souls set out on their journey
to the land of memory. ”

“ And made six mice into horses,
"She gave her an enormous boquet of fresh magnolia,
Slippers made of glass, brilliant,
And at a single touch from her magic wand
The gray ashes became diamonds."
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With rapt attention the girls listenend to her,
Dolls sleep, on the white carpet
Almost abandoned, and in the room
The light fades, the shadows grow! ”