By the road of
In the three-part shadow of troubled sleepI come to you the double the multipleas like you as the era of deltas.
Your head is as tiny as
The nearby sea reigns with
Over the summers of your fragile
And here one burns bundles of ermine.
In the wandering transparencyof your noble facethese floating animals are wonderfulI envy their candour their
Your inexperience on the bed of
Finds the road of love without
By the road of waysand without the talisman that revealsyour laughter at the crowd of womenand your tears no one wants
