I sit with you spiritless.And while you were filling in the air with talks I don't hear,There was a crow unearthing my head and feeding on my thoughts.

I'm not that woman that you usually see among the crowd.I'm another woman who lives alone between the walls of her room-- as simple as a white handkerchief --Without lipstick nor a bra...

in the morning,When Claude Monet waves to me from behind the sun I check some poems that I concealed under the pillowfearing that the wind will disperse them in the air like their predecessors And I take my way to you.

لو أتيت الآنكنت سأغطي كل نقطة مضئية في البيت كنت سأنقي العتمة كما ينقي الشجر الهواءالقمر نفسه لن يجرأ على الظهور بعد ذلكلو أتيتلأغمضت عيني وهمست لك أنرني الآن