Salvador Dali

To the Memory of Zulma

She was rich for twenty years,

I was twenty francs young,

And we made a common scholarship,

Placed, non-repayable, in a

Unfaithful spring night...

 

The moon made [a] hole in it,

Round like a five-franc shield,

Where our fortune went:

Twenty years! Twenty francs!... and then the moon!

 

- In money - alas - the twenty francs!

In money also the twenty years!

Always from holes to moon holes,

And from stock to common stock market...

– It's about the same fortune!

 

- I found her - many springs,

Twenty years, twenty francs,

Many holes and many of the moon

After – Still a virgin and twenty years old,

And... colonel at the Commune!

 

– Then after: the hunt for passers-by,

At twenty sols, and more at twenty francs...

Then after: the mass grave,

Free night without moon hole.