I love to kiss hands
I love to bestow names 
and even to open doors! 
Wide open
into the dark night.....

I leave my sleeping house.
Winds of July sweep my path.
Somewhere - from a window - faint music. 
Ah! Tonight let the wind blow till dawn 
straight through the thin walls of my chest.

A black poplar. Light in a window. 
Bells in the tower. A flower in my hand. 
A footstep, but no one behind me
A shadow - but of me, nothing.

Flames, like threads of golden beads.
In my mouth, the taste of the leaves of night. 
Shake off the vestiges of day.
Friends, understand: you're dreaming me.