under the ruins of my passions,
and at the bottom of this soul
that you no longer rejoice,
among dust of dreams and illusions
lie my black flowers numb.
Guard therefore this sad, feeble bunch,
which I offer thee of those somber flowers;
keep it, fear nothing,
it is a plunder of the garden
of my deep melancholies.
(Excerpt from the poem
“Flores Negras” by Julio Flórez)