Coimbra Night Enchanted night! Everything is white, as though bathed in the pallor of opal. With lulling ease, the Mondego River seems to fall asleep tonight and dream beneath the caressing sighs of the breeze. Tonight, warm with love, everything's at rest, and yet, the silvery moon wishes it knew why it's uneasy, why it's distressed, why it's languid and cold in the faded blue. In the garden of the sleeping palace, where the serenading nightingales sing their love to the flowers, the moon paints everything white, while, near the fountain, in the sighs of someone there, who's conjured the dead: Pedro, the son of the king, kisses Ines de Castro in the Coimbra night.
Coimbra Night.
Meireles, Cecilia ; Baer, William
Coimbra Night Enchanted night! Everything is white, as though bathed in the pallor of opal. With lulling ease, the Mondego River seems to fall asleep tonight and dream beneath the caressing sighs of the breeze. Tonight, warm with love, everything's at rest, and yet, the silvery moon wishes it knew why it's uneasy, why it's distressed, why it's languid and cold in the faded blue. In the garden of the sleeping palace, where the serenading nightingales sing their love to the flowers, the moon paints everything white, while, near the fountain, in the sighs of someone there, who's conjured the dead: Pedro, the son of the king, kisses Ines de Castro in the Coimbra night.