From having held your dear hands

From having held your dear hands

in mine for so long,

this morning I still breathe

a penetrating odor

of verbena.

From having held my eyes

under the spell of yours for so long,

I still hold in my heart

their green-gray-blue-violet

luminosity.

All perfumes and all heavens

drip from your hands

or shine in your eyes.

Come closer. I don't want them

to be so far away.

Oh, come closer,

so that tomorrow

in a loving dream

I will still find

all these heavens on my path

with all their perfumes!