Classic Poem

Only in their nest, delicate palate of bamboo,
Away from the beaches, the spleen, the uproar stations
And clubs to voters stupid fights,
They worship since April, and are crazy!

And as they pulled heavy curtains and bolts
And have no concern among the bizarre flowers,
What dear exquisite and rare tobacco smoke
They are still in the month of lilac sweet smelling,

However that out already the autumn wind
In De Profundis skeptical and monotonous
Prevails under heaven by dirty mist,

The gold leaf wood and gloomy cupboards
Yellow, blue, green, venomous, scarlet or pink
Candidates drowned by the downpour and oblivion.c