Everyday you play with the lights of the universe.
Subtle visitor, you arrive in the flowers and the water.
You are more than this white head that i hold tightly
as a cluster of fruit, everyday, between my hands. You are like nobody since i love you.
Let me spread you out among yellow garlands.
Who writes your name in letters of smoke among the stars of the south?
Oh let me remember you as you were before you existed. Suddenly the wind howls and bangs at my shut window.
The sky is a net crammed with shadowy fish.
Here all the winds let go sooner or later, all of them.
The rain takes off her clothes. The birds go by, fleeing.
The wind. The wind.
I can contend only against the power of men.
The storm whirls dark leaves
and turns loose all the boats that were moored last night to the sky. You are here. Oh, you do not run away.
You will answer me to the last cry.
Cling to me as though you were frightened.
Even so, at one time a strange shadow ran through your eyes. Now, now too, little one, you bring me honeysuckle,
and even your breasts smell of it.
While the sad wind goes slaughtering butterflies
I love you, and my happiness bites the plum of your mouth. How you must hva esuffered getting accustomed to me,
my savage, solitary soul, my name that sends them all running.
So many times we have seen the morning star burn, kissing our eyes,
and over our heads the gray light unwinds in turning fans. My words rained over you, stroking you.
A long time I have loved the sunned mother-of-pearl of your body.
I go so far as to think that you own the universe.
I will bring you happy flowers from the mountains, bluebells,
dark hazels, and rustic basket of kisses.
I want
to do with you what spring does with the cherry trees. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------<3
Tonight I can write the saddest lines. Write for example, "The night is starry
and the stars are blue and shiver in the distance." The night wind revolves in the sky and sings. Tonight i can write the saddest lines.
I loved her, and sometimes she loved me too. Through nights like this one i held her in my arms.
I kissed her again and again under the endless sky. She loved me, sometimes i loved her too.
How could one not have loved her great still eyes. Tonight i can write the saddest lines.
To think that i do not have her. To feel that i have lost her. To hear the immense night, still more immense without her.
And the verse falls to the soul like dew to the pasture. What does it matter that my love could not keep her.
The night is starry and she is not with me. This is all. In the distance someone is singing. In the distance.
My soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. My sight tries to find her as though to bring her closer.
My heart looks for her, and she is not with me. The same night whitening the same trees.
We, of that time, are no longer the same. I no longer love her, that's certain, but how i loved her.
My voice tried to find the wind to touch her hearing. Another's. She will be another's. As she was before my kisses.
Her voice, her bright body. Her infinate eyes. I no longer love her, that's certain, but maybe i love her.
Love is so short, forgetting is so long. Because through nights like this one i held her in my arms
my soul is not satisfied that it has lost her. Though this be the last pain that she makes me suffer
and these the last verses that i write for her. | 
