Come, love, quickly into the garden
Come, love, quickly into the garden!… Before
the shadow of the cloud changes its image.
Before the splendour of the blooming flowers and ripening
fruits I have planted and cultivated for you disappears…
The sunflower will bend its head and look
blindly into itself like you and I, after silently
looking at each other and waiting in vain for an answer to an
unspoken question. The shine of olive silverlings will darken,
and the golden sun will no longer be reflected in
your eyes, and mine, and those of the cat… Come, love, quickly
into the garden!… Before the shadow of the cloud
changes its image… Because after that, nothing
in our life will be the same again.