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...
I taste the space between the infinite and me and I consult it, unconcerned.
Of its own answers.
It turns my cruel gaze into a tame warning.
You can hurt me.
In this sweet and destructive cradle,
I love you.
That is the color that remains impressed on you, you connect it at a recollection, at something that you have already seen and you move it in.