A mirror of water
Of dew on the grass
Your dog barks
Over there
Like a shot to the heart
You appear
Lazily beautiful
We talk to each other
Your gaze as dreamy as ever
Why do you act strangely?
What a good idea
I find myself still here
I still call you love
But I don't know if you know well
How confusing
Your house
Your me
Certainly you know
That I am strange
The sun now rises
There on the hill
My body hot on yours
Emotions new between us
You will walk through the fields of lilacs
Certainly you will continue
Among follies and banality
Tenderly, I will sing your dreams
Again you will tell me
But what a strange sort you are
A mirror of water
Of dew on the grass
You do not give your life to the wind
You will understand without a sound