Green was the silence, wet was the light, the month of June trembled like a butterfly.

And when you appear all the rivers sound in my body, bells shake the sky, and a hymn fills the world.

If we were not so single-minded about keeping our lives moving and for once could do nothing, perhaps a huge silence might interrupt this sadness of never understanding ourselves and of threatening ourselves with death Perhaps the world can teach us as when everything seems dead but later proves to be alive.

I have named you queen. There are taller than you, taller. There are purer than you, purer. There are lovelier than you, lovelier. But you are the queen. When you go through the streets No one recognizes you. No one sees your crystal crown, no one looks At the carpet of red gold That you tread as you pass, The nonexistent carpet. And when you appear All the rivers sound In my body, bells Shake the sky, And a hymn fills the world. Only you and I, Only you and I, my love, Listen to it.

We bear the sole, relentless tenderness.

Under your skin the moon is alive.

Joyful, joyful, joyful, as only dogs know how to be happy with only the autonomy of their shameless spirit.