Misery frost eclipse of ideals,
sad certainty of dying young,
shameful chains bonded
charnel stench of darkness.
vivid Blinked daggers
wielded by ignorant crowd,
to throw from lofty summit
to the bottom of Foul mud;
at nothing my way back,
but if any risk challenge,
nothing disturbs my heart,
like me think that one day may
everything that I love today, bitter disgust,
everything today disgusts me, sweet charm.
Julian del Casal
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