The glasses were empty and the bottle was shattered and the bed was wide open and the door was tight shuttered and all the glass stars of happiness and beauty glittered in the dust of the dirty room and I was dead drunk and I was a fire of joy you were drunk and alive in my naked arms.
E i bicchieri eran vuoti e la bottiglia infranta e il letto spalancato e l’uscio era sprangato e tutte le stelle di vetro della felicità e della bellezza lucevano nella polvere della stanza mal spazzata ed ero ubriaco morto ed ero fuoco di gioia ed eri ebbra vivente nuda tra le mie braccia.
