� � I will feel the coolness under my feet I will let the wind blow free, I will bathe in this cloud I will not think of anything, I will not speak for anything But the infinite love will flood my bowels And I will go far, far away from myself later Happy for nature Like with a companion In the blue and green evenings I will go through the meadows Cuddled by the flowers And brushing the fresh grass I will feel the earth throb under my feet As if a naked woman Suffered with her right hand Without speaking, or thinking, or ignoring anything The wide wind would fill my nostrils and my bowels And I will go far, far away from myself later All alone with myself Like with a companion � In the blue and green evenings I will go through the meadows Cuddled by the flowers And brushing the fresh grass I will feel the earth throb under my feet As if the beasts were smelling With a desire to look at the air And I will go far, far away from myself later All alone with myself Like with a companion And I will go far, far away from myself later All alone with myself Like with a companion � In the blue and green evenings In the summer, close to the air Fertilized by the wind I will go without a north Like a dandelion Through the mountain, up, Surrounding my opponent Vegetal or animal And without a reason Confused with nature Burning and lonely I will be the pollen That carries the wind of the afternoon When the storm is hot And the blizzard rises Without blue, without green Lost in myself I will conquer the height That the sun will open Without cold, without snow It is hard of a pale sun The old land still Tramples in minute gold If the bottom, or the front Finds the word The stone will say it Like my forehead In the desire of the old The old land still Tramples in minute gold If the bottom, or the front Finds the word The stone will say it Like my forehead In the desire of the old The stone will say it Like my forehead In the desire of the old Forehead In the desire of the old