I only want to learn one lesson, it’s yours
fountain, who fall back onto yourself _ 
with those hazardous waters which were responsible
for your celestial return to earthly life. 

Nothing so much as your multiple murmurings 
could serve as an example for me; 
you, lighted column of the temple, 
that destroys itself by its own nature. 

In your fall, how do you modulate 
each jet so that it ends in a dance?
I feel like your student, the emulator
of your countless nuances! 

But, more than your song, what draws me to you
is that instant of silence in delirium 
during the night, when passing through your own liquid 
you return, as if drawn back by a breath.