the place was the same ;
Only the seats were changed.
The canary near the window
Began to sing,
And the African parrot
Imitated him
We sat,
And we waited for her to come—
But no one—no one at all—
Was on the way.
So we painted on
The mirrors of our memories
Planets, stars,
And moons;
And the cat
That was meowing
Near the threshold
Began to smile at us.
They told us: “She will come—
She will come with her sweet,
Agate- smile.”
But no one—no one at all—
Was on the way.
So we gathered up the flowers
Of our thoughts,
And we departed—
We departed toward the sea,
Where the seagulls dwell,
And the lover penguins,
And the breeze.
