
What dread of the night, so dark
! The landscape
ignored the abyss known
only a step
few meters and a leap least
immense.
Up on the cliffs, cracked teeth and light
trembling in the horizon line
faded away. The strength
mirror withered black ash
pain, evil
flowers, weeds and singing as always:
the Sibyl
You see, walking in fear, fear that impedes the passage
and sanity and road
becomes flat open pit at the foot of this epode
.
.. ... ... .. Catalan original .. ... ... ..
Segon epode against porucs
That black N'is of the basarda of nit,
so sullen. From paisatge conegut
al'abisme ignorat
a country,
pocs meters and a salt Només least
immense.
A dalt the penya-Segato espeteguen les dents i la llum
that trembles at the line of the horizon hidden
distant spread.
The strength of the mirror black ash pain
wither.
flowers of evil, weeds and singing as always:
the Sibyl,
You see, walking afraid, afraid that the bar over
and wisdom and makes plain the way to open a gap feet of this
epode.
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