I envy you a little,
So peaceful you lie there,
So still, so calm,
My innocent child:
What dreams are you dreaming?
I wonder where you are right now,
If you’re with others, just like you,
If you are happy, having fun …
The lifelight through the curtains
Brushes softly against your cheek.
Every eyelash is a golden wind
Upon which dust grains fly like birds
And you smile, silently,
Not even knowing what about.
Your fingers clenched on empty air.
The world’s your oyster, you’re its pearl,
Without a movement, without a sound.