Just before laudes
Now I am kindly led
beyond the old source of the waters,
where I do not hear the constant spring.
When the pure lips rest, tired
from the watch of the third nocturne,
the bird will begin its shining praise.
I, who die and know
the solitude of the wall and the walker,
ask you to remember me today,
while you go with the holy hours.
Autor(es): Salvador Espriu, Raimon