Vices
Spirited people make a thousand jewels in verse and prose, and the restlessness of talent
Runs over and floods the stage or spreads its fever on canvas.
They are skilled in music too, the demon is never satisfied, they take to puppets, they invent
New arts, they take to drugs ... and we all applaud our vices.
Mine, coldness and the tenor of a stone tranquillity; slow life, the growth of trees and verse,
Content the unagitable and somewhat earthfast nature.
Runs over and floods the stage or spreads its fever on canvas.
They are skilled in music too, the demon is never satisfied, they take to puppets, they invent
New arts, they take to drugs ... and we all applaud our vices.
Mine, coldness and the tenor of a stone tranquillity; slow life, the growth of trees and verse,
Content the unagitable and somewhat earthfast nature.
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