At the hillside by the water basin of the town
two people live
she her soul on her face
he with his soul in his pocket
sometimes exposed in the right palm
he smiles
and happily
puts her treasure back.
Just above the city water basin
two souls walk freely in the alley
she greets all the flowers
he is hiding among the shrubs.
Next to the city’s water basin
light falls over the garden
two souls sweep the leaves
she collects them in the album for the winter
he blows and scatters them.
In the house next to the water basin of the city
two souls sit at the stove
she combs her rays of dreams
he sleeps at the edge of light.
English Translation by Zorin Diaconesccu