I'm as if I were floating
in the pure air of the morning
I don't understand what I'm doing
nor do I believe I'm doing it myself.
However, my beloved says to me
almost every day:
you're a genius, darling,
you look like God.
Doing everything
even kissing me for a while
without realising, my beloved,
that you're the champion.
The champion of kisses
of light coitus
and of slow coitus
till dawn.
The champion of work
and of the revered party
and everybody knows
that you're a winner.
The champion of studying
of clear inventions
and of the easy poem
for the people.
But, my darling,
You should know
that the man who did everything
has changed his inner self.
That is why you don't find yourself
nor in life, nor at work,
nor even in bed
when we do our little things.
I'm as if I were floating
in the pure air of the morning
I don't understand what I'm doing
nor do I believe I'm doing it myself.
