I will make love to your soulI will love you as foreverI will make love to your fingersTo fill the spaces between you and the world-Each of your sighs will invite another.I will make love to your eyes,-What you have of unsatisfied,You will live by the touch of my handsYou will remember me who I amAnd if the world has an order-Each of your sighs will invite another.

And you can take me in your armsA thousand timesIt will always beThe first time.

And I would like To console youAnd make of you My solitudeAnd drink youAs my sourceAnd lay youOn my distress And breathe Your memoryIn your shadowSmile and sleep-get oldAnd then die.

A smile.A touch.Let your heart spread your light.

You are in meThe cry of the wounded beastAnd though always near me,I never reach you.I do not know who of us,Of the other, is the captiveAnd I like to believe that you live Out of timeOr that my boat canLand to your shoreTo be like the flower, Blooming,Freely.

-I told you:My heart is from another youthMy blood, from another seaDo not come close to my shoresBut do not wander far from my landsFor it is in your eyesAloneThat I look for the dayAnd on your lipsAloneThat I look for the rainI give you my islandMy storms and my tideIf you let me moorTo your quiet watersAnd hide under flowers.

The tree birds fill the airWith their songAnd the roses intoxicate the riversWith their fragranceAndFrom the lonely spotWhere I standI hear all the nature callingYour nameAnd The feeling of being two-is tasted as one.

I remember-The world was in your embraceI was only your little girlIt was easy, it was simpleI was sleeping in the shade Of your eyelashes.

I will come tonightSince the moon is fullYou told me -Our sorrows are the same.Will you love me as I love you,Will you love me after midnight,When the bird tears down its nest?Will you love me with time,When the bird forgets its song?I told you -I will love you since I love youI will come tonightSince the moon is fullI will have for youSome plaintive sobs-The sound of water on the reefsI will have for youSome faded bouquetsFor your resigned handsThat my two armsWill come embrace.