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You're like a shimmering
candle flame
Always uncertain of your
warmth
Life
Weak and pale is your
light
Imprinted with the augury
of death
You're scared of the wind
And of the wax melting
You burn frugally
Timidly
With the wick and stick
complex
You look around and see
Those other candles
Dying
In the prime of paraffin
At the height of fire
Or those cooling graves
Stains of limited beings
And their silent epitaphs
Taking your breath away
But you can become a torch
A powerful and eternal
fire
You only have to fall
And burn all the dark
sides
The enemy wind will be
your ally now
Spreading the fire-life
The amount of your wax
won't be an issue anymore
As there's so much to fall
prey to your flame
You only have to fall
And send the wick and
stick complex
Up in the smoke of
oblivion
To create new prospects
Bright
Luminous
Non-embraceable
Plans
Planes and sweeps of your
dreams
As long as they burn
Infinite is the course of fiery
events
Impressions
Oh burn then burn
You immortal fire
Conceived from a mortal
candle
Oh live then live
My Love
As I live
Victorious
On
my knees
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Alternative
translation by legendary Jane Alexander:
You
quiver like a candle's flame
Still uncertain of its heat...
Of Life itself.
Stigmata, faintly shining, in the gleam of
Death.
Are you scared? Of the wind? Of molten wax?
Burn carefully; burn timidly...
The complex wick, the candle stick.
You see
beyond the candles
Which fade;
Like paraffin flowers
Given to Fire.
Entombed, scorched, stiffening.
Silent epitaphs
Take you to the air...
And you
can change the torch;
Fire, all-powerful,
the Infinite
You have no choice
but to give in
And light up the
darkness.
Wind is the enemy's
ally,
But I will spread
the Fire of Life.
Let the
insignificant wax tremble with fear
Threatened, at the
mercy of the flames.
Just
give in,
Complex wick, candle stick.
Embrace oblivion and burn...
A brand new world into being.
Clear
Radiant
Unfettered
Maps,
Tracts of your
dreams.
Until we burn,
Eternal vastnesses
of fire on fire..
Into sensation.
So, immortal heat and smoke
Conceived from such
a deadly spark.
And so I live most
pleasingly
Victorious
From having
surrendered, my back bowed.
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