If your eyes did not have the color of the moonlight
of a whole day (interrupted here by the baby’s waking –
and I begin to write again after 26 hours)
of a whole day filled with mud, labor, and fire,
if I did not have here your graceful movements, swift as air
if this week were not so crystalline,
not only from the golden moments of autumn climbing through the vineyards.
if you were not this fragrant bread of the moon,
kneaded with the flour I have scattered across the sky
oh, my beloved, I would not desire so much!
But when I have you, I have everything;
the sand in the dune, the time, the tree of rain.
Everything lives so that I may remain alive,
without moving I can see it all;
your life in everything that lives.
