Translation:Harmonies

What is the nature Of which the human soul forms part And is a faithful copy having dark strengths Silences, lights, musics, and shadows.

Vague fogs also...the illusions That embellish the landscape when they shine And that disappear when you appear, Sun of reality that disperses them....

And as if in a succession neverending Everything is born on Earth and everything dies, In the ideal world of the spirits Similar laws reign eternally:

They sprout over the tombs of the dead The flowers, messengers of happiness; Over the tomb of a love lamented Sprout dreams of mystic sadness. Armonías