I greet you, deserted corner,
Shelter of calmness, work and inspiration,
Where my days are pouring an invisible stream
In the bosom of happiness and oblivion.
I am yours - I have traded the vicious courtyard with Circe,
Luxurious feasts, fun, delusions
To the peaceful noise of the oaks, to the silence of the fields,
For free idleness, a friend of reflection.
oso esperando