Phases

1-

_ Tell me. Do you even know
How to love those who love you?
_ My bird of paradise,
It's when the sun smiles.

_ Isn't that when a fly
Sings its jealous music?

_ The blue and gold silence
Plucks invisible flowers

_ Ah, the neglected sun
Created my intimacy.

2-

The child may well die
If he tires himself out running
Among the beloved objects

We listen at the window
The poor man paying his court
In the silence of broad daylight.

Sound of day, say your prayers.
The hour passes slowly and clearly
In the sleepy square,
Under the trembling winter sky.

How life makes me suffer,
Without reproach, without saying a word,
For nothing, for pleasure...