Nora Criona (2)

You leaned your head
Against the shelf
And I saw your sided eyes
Like the sword at Orion's Belt
In the south-passionate skies.
And I said:
Under Orion I was born - 
Viva la for Nora Criona!
And not under Capricorn
Or fettered Andromeda.

You turned your head
And the Star of Hope
Let a dream of youth
In my horoscope
And I knew that beauty was truth
And not just cinema dope.
And I said:
Under Orion I was born - 
Viva la for Nora Criona!
And not under Capricorn
Or fettered Andromeda.