Spent time by a friendship
The love abandons with intimacy
Glimpse in a wintry sweat
Know that the life does not leave you
The Indian who is in you, leads you

Smell the being, the urge, the desire
Feel only a love, that one direct idea line
Bright spell of the desire, the tears

Marginal sweetness of an intact sleep
Sublimating a breath
Which does not break off during dreams of a led life

A born child two years ago
Stirred in his sleep
Frightened by an ineffective cold
Where he lost nothing of his vigour

Any breath, any image gets lost
In an angelic sleep
That God starts again and spreads at night