A lunar eclipse in the early evening
She was sitting by the raft
With a tattoo on his arm
Innocence in white
From a violent stupor
She puffed on her tenderly and sensually
Squirrel ears on the chest
The river flowed by
Quiet and soulless
All encompassing absolutely
He watched over the restless unrest
Someone was playing the viola nearby
Variations for the Dead Infanta
The flowers mingled slyly
With the scent of almond cream
Three days later
He dominated the landscape
Magically mysterious
First may
(Thank you for Google Translator)