I invite you to the trip
in that country that looks like to you .
the languid suns of your's skies clouded
are like your bright eyes.
Over there everything is order and beauty ,
calm and voluptuousness .
The world falls asleep in a warm light like
hyacinth and gold .
the moving ships are sleeping with laziness.
they came from the end of the world
for satisfy your desires.
Le matin j'écoutais
les sons du jardin
la langage des parfums