In a small corner of immensity
I'm taken by the perfume of ancient places
or that I shall soon visit
It's the true dream of that law
by which everyone is a king or queen
Green vision as the grass
blue as the voyage
and white as froth
I rock myself on the oneiric ship of silence
as the music that moves the blood
or the black waves of the abyss
and celestial I am called with everyone's name
for the pleasure of forms that fuse
in order to augment the spirit
embraced by kisses
or kisses of embraces from a laughing cosmos
And the light of the air
that penetrates one's soul
and breaths in the thoughts of this dream
one activates in the air and on the sea
as if continuing the grass eternally
