All of a sudden and as if for fun
The girl who wanted to hear,
To turn out to be a little like,
The wood of my various flutes

It seems to me that this attempt,
Tried before a landscape,
Had something good about it when I stopped
To look you in the face

Yes, this empty breath that I
Exhale to its uttermost limit
With my several crippled fingers
Lacks the means to imitate

Your very natural and clear
Child’s laughter that charms the air

10/09/08