Translation:To the Deserted Town Square

To the deserted town square leads a labyrinth of alleys. On one side, the old dark all of a run-down church; on the other, the pale wall of a garden of cypreses and palms, and, before me, the house, and on the house the bars before the window which slightly clouds its placid and smiling figurine. I’ll distance myself. I don’t want to call at your window... Spring comes –its white garb floats in the air of the dead square— comes to light up the red roses of your rose bush... I want to see her...