Every morning,
You give me the cup
Filled with the dawn's wine-
What can I do
Than to drink in your honor,
Avidly,until from my lips
The words' poison is washed,
And remains only
The scent of your love song;
To drink until my walking
Turns into dance;
Until the hurried beating of my heart
Turns into a song;
To drink until I empty the cup
And the sunset finds me drunk
But happy that I wasted
Not even a drop of your wine?
Watching the stars,
At the sky's feet,
As long as we share
The cup of silence
In the honor of love,
I listen, drunk of you,
Hoping for a new cup!

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