1 –
The exile is thorn and boxthorn
While the mirrors of
Your eyes
Are candles and trees
In full bloom
2 –
An elderly, one-legged beggar
Crosses the street,
His body swaying right
And left as if
He were drunk.
3-
That violet sky—
I love it just as
I love the candles
Of your eyes,
Sparkle like stars
