you swim, as if you were an amphibious man,
you catch her, the fire ignites,
she burns like a good lye wood,
the salt and ashes  sleep  between your fingers,
a Fairy brings the spring water to your gate,
you sip  from her palms
(with a thirst of a fish drowned in its own brine)

The fairy puts words on your lips,
calls you by name, you reach the shore,
with  eyes, wide opened you  look in the dream book,
you realize, - there is no escape
big nuisance, "I'm touched by a drop of wax"
you'll never be what you used to be
the rain takes a cold shower on you

You run outside and sit on the roadside bench,
Finally,
You see how little John and Mary play in the rain puddle with a paper boat.