Towards Andromeda There is a future you can touch with your eyelid, My stubborn woman.

Not a game, only the truth that will be The same long and melodious As the depths of the ocean fancied by The harp and flute players. Let your shadow pass over my hands and my shoulders Like on the steps of a spiral ladder And look with a corner of an eyelash On how the words become alive on my lips, Alike the moon in the sly sea. Each word I utter is a trasnlucid body Of a man, of a woman It is a curved row splitting The ice of a glittering desert. In vain you look for the old nuances of the things They unraised silhouette, their changing colors Towards grey, like heads of boys Leaned against a banister, dreaming. Look, a shiny metallic plate Appeared. How wide the nobel metallic plate is! You and I are in its middle. And look that you utter us without leaning in an air circle without bending in a wave! There is indeed a shuny metallic plate From here one can go up, that simple it is! Just like a dance movement, A dance of the thoughts A dance of ideas The ascending dance mevements. Above the planets are. You can touch them as well, Somehow, With a vowel, with a single vowel, With A. You, earth, blue eye Because we are your looks. You, earth, fire mouth, Because we are your yell. You, earth, silver temple,

Because we are your thoughts. Of, earth, You, the old one, The wise one, the touching one!