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RIMA XL
Her hand in my hand,
her eyes in my eyes,
her head leaning
amorously on my shoulder.
God knows how many times,
with lazy steps,
we wandered together
under the tall elms
that lend mystery to her
house and shade to its porch!
And yesterday... hardly a year
had passed, like a puff of wind ...
with what exquisite grace
with what admirable assurance,
she said, when an officious
friend introduced us:
"I believe I might have seen you
somewhere before". Ah, fools
who frequent the salons,
gossips of good tone,
and who go there hunting
for tittilating scandals.
What a history you have lost!
What morsels so tasty!
to be devoured
"sotto voce" in a chorus,
behind a fan
of gold feathers!
Discreet and chaste moon,
bushy and tall elms,
walls of her house,
thresholds of its porch -
keep quiet, so our secrets
don't escape with the others!
Keep quiet: for me,
they are all still vivid:
but she... she... there is no mask
equal to her face!
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