Grass in your hair, stretched like a lion in the sun,
Restlessly turned, moistened your mouth with your tongue.
Pouring my wine, your eyes caged mine, glowing
Touching your face, my fingers strayed, knowing.
I called you Lady of the Dancing Water.
Oh, lovely Lady of the Dancing Water.
Blown Autumn leaves shed to the fire where you laid me
Burn slow to ash just as my days now seem to be.
I feel you still always your eyes, glowing
Remembered hours, salt, earth and flowers, flowing
Farewell my Lady of the Dancing Water.
EL RÍO DE LA MÚSICA. La música es un río caudaloso que, vertiginoso o apacible, se precipita en mis oídos, para derramarse directa y literalmente en mis venas.
