Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth.

The poet is he who inspires, rather than he who is inspired.

The curve of your eyes goes around my heart, A round of dance and sweetness, Halo of time, nocturnal and safe cradle, And if I don't know any more all that I've lived through It's because I haven't always been seen by you.

The language of my love does not belong to human language, my human body does not touch the flesh of my love.

Even when we sleep we watch over one another.

Your eyes in which I travel Have given to signs along the roads A meaning alien to the earth.

We want to be, when we are young, A little man. I would like to be a big child, Stronger and fairer than a man, And more lucid than a child.