POEZIE

It is the time of the ripe cherries
Ecoute how strike stars of the night
I you picking a basket of thoughts, like fruits.
The sky was based on the face of a mountain
It is time to gather camomile and cornflowers
to gather in grass a small star basket
to make you a collar,
As long as I have time, as long as I can hope...
And I want for also to bring back a herd of duveteux
clouds you So that you can make fritters.
And of these nimble malicious fairies,
a Little soft star powder...
And dancing on my temple, which you slow down the time,
Because I hear already the old ascetic,
Which allures me with an eternity,
Ecoute how the stars of the night are struck...