It's four o'clock, you're not here.
It's five o'clock, you're not here.
Six, seven, the next day, the following day, and who knows?
I read books
You're in them
I listen to songs, you're in them
I sit down to eat (break bread)
You sit across from me
I work, you're across from me.
The most beautiful sea
It hasn't been visited (or seen) yet
The most beautiful child
He hasn't grown up yet
Our most beautiful days
We have not yet experienced
And I wanted to tell you
The most beautiful words
What is she doing now?
Right now, now, now, now
Is she at home, on the street?
Is she working, lying down, standing up?
She may have her arms raised, my lovely rose
How she moves her white, thick wrist, naked
What is she doing now?
Right now, now, now, now
Maybe she has a kitten on her lap, petting it
Maybe she's walking, about to take her next step
In my darkest days
She walks on her tiptoes, my lover
My heart stands up
And I wonder, what is she thinking, is she thinking about me?
What do I know?
Why the green beans
Seem to not cook?
Or why most people are
So sorrowful?
What is she thinking now
Right now, now
It's four o'clock, you're not here
It's five, not here
Six, seven, the next day, the following day, and who knows?