When you step onto the boulevardHoney on your lips, your body art...
You sway so lightly, dusk and dawn,A fragile dream of soft caresses...
You scatter light and scent and taste,A flower poured from miracles...
In your eyes a sky softly catches fire,The bird of desire flies, never caught!
Over your body, over the blooms,Gazes pour down like a thousand brushes...
This beauty is a set trapIt shuts its arms, springs without warning...
And all the gazes from east to west,It takes as captives to its breast...
But even the trap makes no mistakes,It cannot blossom without its captives...
