Act IiiTristessa

<br>I turn around a last time in this big sinister street, my god,<br>the fog insmoothes the tear that slowly drifts down along your cheek.<br>From the windows, dull and dirty, dozens of white<br>and macabre looks scrutinize us as if it was to announce<br>that this time will be the last...<br><br>And I think of you again, crouched on myself, where the drops<br>of sad water of an October rain trickle on my face,<br>I think of this langorous smile again,<br>more precious than your nudity,<br>this carnal smile, ecstatic,<br>that projects me for an instant again<br>in a fantastic whirl of desolation.<br><br>I`m the angel of desolation, the angel of my own loss,<br>the angel of a shattered life on the wild flanks of a smile.<br><br>And I pour a thin and sad tear that shatters itself<br>in a thousand pieces on the streets<br>from where your look haunts and<br>Kill me.<br>(Forget me), ravage me and kill me.<br>Oh drink my life in a carnal impulse of desire,<br>dream and fly me away on the peak of despair,<br>because I`m the angel of desolation. Yes, I`m...