From among the distances
My heart beats of missing you,
Striping herself of lips…

So that the smell forgets
The pleasure of tasting,
I detach you from the illusions
Of the fruits
Filled with juicy carnivorous…

Quietness is forgotten on the back of a chair,
The words proclaim themselves:
Without sound, without taste, without smell…

And pure and simple we are
One through the other.