Somewhere very deep in my soul
The four seasons share my life among them -
Much too fast, much too fast.
Just born, my heart is struggling in the foliage
Of Spring’s first signs.
Then, with the fruit of your arms around my waist,
I dance
Barefoot,
as Summer, on the treasures of Life.
It is beyond my understanding why the wind is blowing now,
The clouds are gathering, my shoulders are alone.