A feather gives to a hat
A touch of lightness:
The chimney smokes.
The mute girl talks:
It is art's imperfection.
This impenetrable speech.
Ah! a thousand flames, a fire,
The light, a shadow!
The sun is following me.
A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.
The river I have under my tongue,
Unimaginable water, my little boat,
And curtains lowered, let's speak.
Life is truly kind
Come to me, if I go to you it’s a game,
The angels of bouquets grant the flowers a change of hue.
Even When We Sleep
Even when we sleep we watch over each other
And this love heavier than a lake’s ripe fruit
Without laughter or tears lasts forever
One day after another one night after us.
The Nakedness of Truth (I know it well)
Despair has no wings,
Nor has love,
They do not speak.
I do not stir,
I do not behold them,
I do not speak to them,
But I am as real as my love and my despair.