The silences of auroras
It can not turn the only vesprées
In the vicinity of dresses in the firmament
returns
The fine downpour
Gardens, that cities are ch has toieraient
At the risk of getting lost
As this silence May when the dew
Y wandering alone
Dressing the dawn of these colors
Richly colored and tender at once
When we still silent mist
From behind the scenes
yet issued
When the day draws its festoons
In our love of always ... and tomorrow ...