Lift me up

Inhale the cool air

Waving high her delicate hand,

Inflating at every word my voice,

Something this day in the transparent night,

Resting in the long-time net,

Encircled by a delicate thin haze,

Black as the night on the other side,

Lisped in her hand the low halo,

Encircled by a delicate thin haze,

Lisped in my hand and Sea,

Flow with chant and hold of motion,

Swift and high, with steady motion,

A true woman! the real body,

Streaming, a strange procession;

Swift as the night and leaping after the night,

Lisped in my voice in the night,

Sunlight, the long transparent green,

Month upon year I sat in the middle,

Poets for the public and sisters,

Kiss me now with rosy lips.

She has a equal being without end;

Back on my way to the transparent night,

love takes flight

higher and higher

We fly