1
In the shadow of the tree I am,
a boat moves away.
My heart cries,
he would also want to leave...!
Butterflies fly from one
to another spring.
The clouds pass.
2
Lonely,
the bell
shows me the way.
Its metallic singing
opens and closes the day.
Morning laughter, sunset crying.
Nightingale of the towers,
his ringing renews
the verdure of the willows.
3
Full of mud,
the walker walks away
chasing the crows.
Find the wife company
in the sweet murmur of the shower,
look at the moon. For her,
the winter is a lightning
full of holiness and shadows.
4
No one is already on this road
too abrupt...
Human banality!
5
In the pond
summer is reflected.
Stillness in the branches.
The frog sleeps
on the wet rock.
Not a noise in the afternoon.
6
The flowers are silent,
the twilight speaks,
the wind grumbles.
The world
seems to have fallen
in the clutches of a black kite.
What will be your destiny?
We will have to find a new nest
between the cliffs of the high mountains!
7
The night, lying on the sea,
has forgotten the world.
The sound of the wind
brings jade reflexes.
In the darkness everything disappears...!
But life goes on, there,
behind the high mountains.
So soft, the moon looks
a spring flower.
8
Tired of the trip,
I look for the cozy belly
of a home to stay.
Sunrise of the sun,
rainy afternoon…
This is the spring!
A deer roars. Then,
the infinite wake of silence.
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