On a Venetian beach grow the moments of alien servitude,
A tempest of awe greets the enigma of the sea,
Beneath an open and breathless, azure sheet—
Tranquilized by spots of ageless clouds, languid;
All will be there for his sullen embrace.

Meanwhile, gondolas travel the filth of apathy—
The confluence of disease and hopelessness,
Crawling in raw buildings, stripped of shame
For decency is an enemy of humor;
Inside of him, this city aches for renewal.

In the background of this scenario,
A girl, whose countenance knows the sun,
But hidden beneath a bonnet, pompous,
Which explains itself
And why a meek boy abounds in his heart.

On a Venetian beach grow the moments of alien servitude,
A tempest of awe greets the enigma of the sea,
Beneath an open and breathless, azure sheet—
Tranquilized by spots of ageless clouds, languid;
All will be there for his sullen embrace.

While he thought the minute was nigh,
A prayer, so placid, gave his brevity a laughter
And young became the life inside of him;
But even age and disease will conquer
A youth that never surrendered.

Someone flocked to powdery gems of the shore,
To uncover a flickering glow of life, withheld;
In his already suffused dedication to the waves,
The sky and the sea are his epitaph—
Waters splash death in his breathless face, which is the sea.