It’s summer
June’s reign is just over.
The sun is flooding
Through the shades,
Casting unnatural shadows—
through the blades of the blinds
Playing shadow games
Against my curves.
It is caressing...
At the end of spring that we've reached,
I'm still living its very first day,
I don't know rain, wind, or even September...
Why, you ask?
I've listened...
Love is the rose’s fate,
melancholy as the soul within the body.
Surely, it will be abandoned,
never knowing its true master—
heedless, cursed, a vagabond.
The music intoxicates...
You are slowly dying,
All of us are.
Whatever you can leave to the world,
Leave it.
Scatter the kindness within you,
Spread it around.
Let nothing remain in your...
