Speak to me no more of earthly pleasures
which I do not wish to savor. My heart
is already dead, and only the ravens of death
will enter its opened chambers.
I have no traces of the past upon me,
and sometimes I am not sure of whether I exist,
since to me life is a desert
peopled with spectral figures.
I see only a planet darkened
by the mists of drizzling twilight,
and, in the silence of profound drowsiness,
My ears only discern something
strange, indistinct, mysterious,
which drags me very far from this world.
José Julián Herculano del Casal y de la Lastra