With you, my heart is quiet here,
And all my thoughts are cool as rain.
I sit and let the shifting year
Go by before the windowpane,
And reach my hand to yours, my dear . . .
I wonder what it's like in Spain.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A very thin edge between daydreams and reality- -a very thin edge that is sharp and cuts deep