From month to month you become an artist
Leaving an impressionistic painting
underneath the quilt
From month to month with your aquarelle
you paint plum streaks
Which end up on the mattress?
From month to month a detergent
Takes the intermittent art
Of your womb and its creation
But it’s natural if you’re a lady
to paint roses on the bed
once, from month to month
From month to month
A stork commits suicide
and there you are so depressed
looking for an explanation
From month to month
The heavens robs your miracle
Time makes you a calendar
once, from month to month
From month to month
You propose a hunger strike,
And I some imagination
From month to month the new moon
comes to take that which renovates
and to place another illusion
From month to month I’m invisible,
to try within possible
to not promote your bad humor
From month to month there’s no one who can stand you
being distant is a sin
and a worse one to be there
And even if there’s an obligatory break,
and the heavens are a purgatory
I love you more, once a month
From month to month
A stork commits suicide
And there you are so depressed
looking for an explanation
From month to month
The heavens rob your miracle
Time makes you a calendar
once, from month to month
From month to month
You propose a hunger strike,
And I some imagination
From month to month
Your belly practices for cradle
your humor depends on the moon
and I want you a little more
From month to month
You take to siestas
your hormones to parties
and accountable always me
From month to month
There’s no clock other than your body’s
there’s no other light than the one you give
From month to month
From month to month