You ached for you own river:
to fold your clothes on the shore
and play with the water - naked.
Now I draw one timeless hour aside
black Maria In coalmines they dig up coal
to bury their hair Maria Death walks there
stalking the men Maria Ordering them to rest
Your dream was round and soft:
it will raise your body from space
so you will more perfectly dream
the taste of the orange.
The voice of a continent prays for explorers
the voice of a continent cries out for adventure.
Round as water, salty as it is,
I raise the season of death to my lips.
we will never find anything:
neither earth nor spring
written up in green letters.