I remember Your wonderUs two, lying on the skyYou were explaining me the worldIts weighs,And I said: "I will write for what is alive. ""I come from emptiness, not from nothingness. " And I kissed you without understandingYour sun came to surprise meAnd he loved me to hunt me down(And I wanted to ravage you).

I hear you talking to me in a dream(Your kiss felt asleep on my lips)I see you coming back from DecemberAnd slowly enter in my shelter(Your warmth, which all my nights depend on)You tell me about your immense love(We can heal from certain wounds)You tell me about your divine love(It has the shape of your hands)

I love youOf the tempestuous love That unites the sea and the sailorI love youLike the round of the sun High up on my gardenLike the shape of your hand in my own Like the breath of your breath -at dawnI love you beyond life itselfBeyond obviousnessI love you in the union of my sensesWhen they order yoursIn the evening silences

In your voice, I will hear all my painsAnd with your words, I will understand them I will tell youThat everything is uncertain(And so possible)And I will give you my hand(Inaccessible)

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.

You know it too, this very hour of the morning when life is barely hatched.The sun melting under the snow.The bud breathing under the frost.The numbed wing of the bird.The morning has its truths that whisper only in a low voice. Very low. We have to be silent.God walks barefoot in the gardens.

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.