Finally,
Disharmony has a brilliant face
A sinuous gait of unhappiness raises
Like this oblivion
It's so sweet to come across my holes again

Let it be removed to become your dress,
Disdain will be your new order

The final turning seems to corrupt my thoughts,
I have to leave this safety
To admire all the blooming details

Could it be possible to endure this degrading siege?
Easy to realize when the poetry is in order to end
But towards which decay will lower my eyes now?