"La Oscuridad no hubiera brotado jamás,
 Si el velo del día que nos oculta las estrellas,
 No hubiera sido abierto por las manos de la noche".

 The starlights in the nocturnal loneliness
 Hear thee final confessions,
 And watch thee dreams go far away,
 As the wind´s whispers intoning with hate:

 A strange and silently hymn,
 Wrapening on thy sign,
 The most hidden desires.

 Carrying thee own feelings,
 To garden with black roses
 As the darkness, with big trees
 With thy leafs showed to sky,
 Summoning with anxiety
 The last night of full moon.