Trembling at soft sounds,
only the white gull,
only the demolished fragrant woodland;
there! in my electric mirror.

Midwinter storms sweep away thy own path.
straw mats with angel faced eyes the color Danube,
marble cliffs and multicolored flowers,
a dream within a somnium.

My dear,
hide those salty tears;
for he who holds the earth upright is hidden
and the vibration you feel
have no human traces.