Poesía

Puccini

Soaring to the heights of blue sky

Beautiful as blue in a deep dream,

Voice quivering in racked agony and pain -

The beauty of greatest art in tragedy,

lnsane addiction to compulsive love

Compromising never, erotically entwined

With the stars and the coldly burning moon

In a sad, incomprehensible ecstasy:

Love in a liquid flow of music's fire.