They rotated very slowly,
her eyes, in the loop of the speech.
They were softly eclipsing
in the most friendly eyelids,
if the word attentive, natural
left out the most immediate sense.
It threw its light,
on the back of the celestial,
the rose,
silk threads
on natural threads,
unsuspected signs on the warp.
English Translation by Claudia Piccinno