Truth and Doubt

Don't give you any more for melodies,
shouting of uprising audacious rhymes,
Yes! but by listening, if you alloyed to turn pale,
surprised by brightness of careless verve,
curse energetic in strident voice,
Who will have made you start?

However, when I come to similar notes,
pretend to hurt hearts nor ears,
even the most afraid don't have to become alarmed;
hopeless accent probably here prevails,
but I did not draw these sounds of my chest
for the pleasure of blaspheming.

How? Freedom rouses its anger;
everywhere, against the effort of ancient errors;
truth fights to open a way;
would not commit of this big drama,
What! this heart beats there, to be a feminine heart,
Is it less a human heart?

Its my error if in these days of fever,
burning questions hurry up on my lip,
if your God especially inspires me of suspicion,
if the nature also takes funeral shades,
and if I have in my time, along my vertebras,
smelt run all shiver.

Toy for a long time winds to heave,
building makes water from everywhere; it runs,
the only lightning still in her signs answers,
clairvoyant in danger, far from any stopover,
instead of locking up to tremor down in hold,
I wanted to go up on the bridge.

Out of the way, but standing, there, in their huge bed,
considered the game of spaces in insanity,
then, soon envisaging shipwreck and death,
at the risk of incurring anathema or criticism,
in two hands I grabbed this book of my soul,
and I threw overboard.

Its my unique treasure, accumulated page on page,
to leave it in bottom of a sea without shore
to disappear with me I could not agree,
in spite of current takes it or hinders,
supports each other therefore floats in wreck
on these streams going to gulp me down.