It was night and I could finally be Juliet
Who sought love among leaves and on the sea surface
Nearby the hotel.
I found some young man there 
Eshatologically serious with book-black hair
White face
And eyes that promised themselves to the other world.
We cuddled in the hotel window inhaling scent of laurels.
Then as the wine began pulsating in our hands
We climbed down to the sea meandering by its side
Leaving our historic bodies to the angel on duty.
We walked into the blackest forest
We found a secret passage leading to the bottom of the sea
Where I learned how to conduct the choir of birds
Who at night pick at the sea sand like blazing flames.
At dawn, Juliet disappeared behind the dark curtain.
Golden letters were burning on the walls
Emitted by the faraway Sun for the sake of those drowned souls. 
Touching them stealthily I climbed upstairs
Where swarms of tired music students gathered, those boys
And girls, those nocturnal Juliets