All three rhymes were chosen and ordered to configure an original narration, as translated by the author:
RHYME XIII
                    Your pupil is blue, and when you laugh,
                    its smooth clarity reminds me
                    of the tremulous brilliance of the morning
                    that reflects in the sea.
                    Your pupil is blue, and when you cry,
                    the transparent tears in it
                    seem to me like drops of dew
                    on a violet.
                    Your pupil is blue, and if in its depth
                    like a point of light an idea glimmers
                    it seems to me, in the afternoon's sky,
                    a lost star!
RHYME XXX
                    Her eyes started to show a tear
                    and my lips, a phrase of forgiveness;
                    pride spoke and she wiped away her tears
                    and the phrase expired on my lips.
                    I go one way; she goes another;
                    but when we think of our mutual love,
                    I still say: Why did I keep silent that day?
                    and she will say: Why did I not cry?
RHYME LII
                    Gigantic waves that break roaring
                    on remote and deserted beaches,
                    wrapped in sheets of foam,
                    take me with you!
                    Gusts of hurricane that snatch
                    the withered leaves of the high forest,
                    dragging them along in a blind whirlwind,
                    take me with you!
                    Storm clouds that the bolt tears
                    and with fire decorate the loose borders,
                    enthralled among the dark fog,
                    take me with you!
                    Have mercy and take me to where vertigo,
                    with the reason, pulls out my memory.
                    Have mercy! I am afraid to be left
                    alone with my grief!