I shall not sing a May song.
A May song should be gay.
I'll wait until November
And sing a song of gray.

Only our voices
and gray strips of palm
like shining backs 
of coleoptera,
atrocious
and suffering
under the infinite sun;
…

Destiny was superb
it spoke among mountains and gray cumuli
like castles in the sky,
swollen with heat,
with rain,
with harvests,
with infinite richness.
…