The summer and our life were of one piece

the bush ate the colour of your smelling skirt

avidness and constraint were reconciled

the maubec castle was sinking into the ochre

soon its lyre’s roll would collapse

the violence of the plants made us sway

a darkly rowing crow veers from the squadron

on the mute slate of torn noon

accompanying our agreement with tender movements

everywhere the scythe had to rest

our rarity began its government

(the sleepless wind that makes our eyelids wince

each night turning the acquiescent page

wants it so each part of you that I retain

be extended into a country in an age of famine and big tears)

 

it was at the beginning of adorable years

and the earth loved us a bit

I remember