The color dazzles my senses,
they’re dense for the vague morning dim light
Impudent, I keep an eye on me.
I lose one’s way on the breezy look of this silent wave
You are enough for me.
And I become alone
cheerful to look what strikes me,
long a street that gazes me mine...
This is the amber hour of the sigh, wherein your muscles relax and your mind tends into the streaked light of this hour.
I love you in this hesitant sun.
I face up to your aghast face and I smile, discreet and impetuous.
She calls the light in the passion of a kiss.