A foaming wave and a cloud
I built me a white city
Like them foaming, like them washed, like them beautiful
With an unblemished morning a window opens
and you, girl, observe so
like a dove ready to take flight
Because the dawn comes and the light
and my entire city goes out to work
and, crowded, has her flight burdened
Here is my city, big like light
and she is a grain of grey powder
grain of powder that sticks to an scarf
A foaming wave and a cloud
I built me a white city
Like them foaming, like them washed, like them beautiful
With a soft evening a window closes
and you, girl, observe so
like a waiting queen to her champion
Because the black night comes
my city shines, plenty of bartering
and her lights are a necklace on her neck
Here is my city big as night
and she is a somber, giant palace
and my girl rules in it until tomorrow