I love to kiss hands

I love to kiss hands

I love to bestow names

and even to open doors!

Wide open

into the dark night.....

I leave my sleeping house.

Winds of July sweep my path.

Somewhere - from a window - faint music.

Ah! Tonight let the wind blow till dawn

straight through the thin walls of my chest.

A black poplar. Light in a window.

Bells in the tower. A flower in my hand.

A footstep, but no one behind me

A shadow - but of me, nothing.

Flames, like threads of golden beads.

In my mouth, the taste of the leaves of night.

Shake off the vestiges of day.

Friends, understand: you're dreaming me.