The source sings

The source sings the harmonious crying,
shudders the silent night.
Sleeps the garden peacefully under the singing
of the voice musical and plaintively. 

On the cup assortment unravels
his winged suit and breaks the smoothness
spectacular aquatic pupil
which it reproduces the figure.

But when mutes the lens
tremolo it remakes crystalline
in the sling serenity of the container.

And is copy then the divine
medallion of the moon and the divine
star in the mirror of the source.