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I remember a wonderful moment: You appeared before me Like a fleeting vision Like a genius of pure beauty. In the languor of hopeless sadness, In the anxieties of noisy bustle, A gentle voice sounded to me for a long time And dreamed of cute features. Years passed. Storms gust rebellious Scattered old dreams And I forgot your gentle voice Your heavenly features. In the wilderness, in the darkness of confinement My days passed quietly Without a god, without inspiration, No tears, no life, no love.