In a state of sick inspiration

I created a human of sand,

As a blessing or a damnation

Fell in love with the deed of my hand.

And engulfed I was watching its features

In a sweet and enjoyable sadness.

Adoration of soulless creature

In a blind and uncurable madness.

I was desperate that if I take

My precious beloved in my hand

With a silent scream it would break

And turn back again into sand.