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.

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

The earth is blue like an orange.

Even when we sleep we watch over one another.

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.

A woman is more beautiful than the world in which I live; and so I close my eyes.