That who whistles and says, it wounds me/

In your presence, I keep my eyes wide-opened

And I close my mouth

I preserve your absent secret

 

(..your mouth, full of desire

Your eyes overflowing with kindness

Your trembling body as it invites...)

 

The first who describes life wounds me

So I desire you every afternoon

To spare you the evening

 

You, you...

You are most deserving of my faith!