We came by night to the Fortunate Isles, And lay like fish Under the net of our kisses.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair. Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets. Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

with your name on my mouth and a kiss that never broke away from yours.

I want to do to you what spring does with the cherry trees.

I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

In the distance someone is singing.

To feel the affection that comes from those whom we do not know ... widens out the boundaries of our being, and unites all living things.