Me, a hornbill
in the terror of love,

A fragrance of sorrow
to my realizations,
A stench of love
to my imagination,

Stillness of water
to my heartbeats,
the murmur of night
to my eyes,

My dream
is yellow,
My flowers have the
fragrance of waiting,
The touch of love
as hard as a glass castle,

In the circle of love,
who is at the centre?

You are as dense as
a moon, when I see you
through the clouds,

The bridge of love
may collapse
as you come...