No more questions from me: from now on I am going
to know things. From now on she is not rose but julia
and her sleep is not the sleep of things.
From now on she can be known, I am going to live
a long long time with her in a house and feed her,
teach her to speak and she will tell me how it is
while she is always changing. Always using different words.
Sometimes I cut her hair. Then her head changes.
As for me, I change so slowly she will not notice:
when she is grown up
I will always have been old and happy.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem