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Translation
Private Hotel
At number fifty-six, seven, eight… who knows,
Of the unnameable street, if you knock on the door
One knock first, then three more, they will let you in
Alone or sometimes even not alone.
Without saying a word, a maid leads you
Through a haze of endless stairs and hallways
Adorning baroque bronzes, gilded angels,
Aphrodites and Salomés
If it’s available, say that you want room forty-four
They call it here the Cleopatra room,
Where ebony bodies holding torches
Cover the rococo style bed columns
Among these naked slaves carved in wood,
All silent witnesses to the scene,
While above us a mirror reflects our image,
Slowly I embrace Melody.
Guest on 2013-11-28✕
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