Sometimes she walks through the village in her
little red dress
all absorbed in restraining herself,
and yet, despite herself, she seems to move
according to the rhythm of her life to come.

She runs a bit, hesitates, stops,
half-turns around...
and, all while dreaming, shakes her head
for or against.

Then she dances a few steps
that she invents and forgets,
no doubt finding out that life
moves on too fast.

It's not so much that she steps out
of the small body enclosing her,
but that all she carries in herself
frolics and ferments.

It's this dress that she'll remember
later in a sweet surrender;
when her whole life is full of risks,
the little red dress will always seem right.





Lord: it is time. The summer was immense.
Lay your shadow on the sundials
and let loose the wind in the fields.

Bid the last fruits to be full;
give them another two more southerly days,
press them to ripeness, and chase
the last sweetness into the heavy wine.

Whoever has no house now will not build one
anymore.
Whoever is alone now will remain so for a long
time,
will stay up, read, write long letters,
and wander the avenues, up and down,
restlessly, while the leaves are blowing.

A dim clouded sky,
*****, worn headstones,
Under bearded trees
Mossy, rotting, or naked.
Is this what I live for?

I'm tired of phantom clouds,
of the same old songs
running through my head.
I'm tired of the dying leaves
falling as husks on the ground
at summer's end.
I don't like fall.
I wish the rain would stop
and the sun wouldn't
play hide-and-seek.
It's been too long since we sat under
our tree.
Let's go play in the rain.
Who cares if we get wet?
Let's play in the rain.

Dawn's broken
Am I broken too?
I feel my heart in my chest,
Nothing without you;
And the light won't come.

An empty soul rises,
like the sun in the sky;
Prepared for the day,
Prepared to cry,
And the light won't come to me.

The sun falls asleep
As I fall too,
As my spirit fell
Thanks to you,
And the light won't come to me.

The day is dying;
I wish I could.
Fading away;
I think I should.
And will you come?
I wish you would,
Then the light would come to me.

The stars at night,
The sun at day,
Are dying flames.
The world decays
To the dark
Whence it came,
And there's nothing,
No hope left,
Only shame,
Only pain,
And no light to come to me.