La Robe Et L'Échelle

You put on your light dress,
Me, the ladder against a cherry tree,
You wanted to climb first,
And after

There are so many ways, so many ways,
To say things without speaking,
And as you knew how to do it well,
You did it

A smile, a hand extended,
And through the play of transparencies,
Those fruits in the folds of the fabric,
Swinging

It wasn't about climbing high,
But with feet on the first rungs,
I felt the coat slip,
Of childhood

We didn't engrave anything in marble,
But I often admit to thinking about it,
Every time I hear that a tree,
Has fallen

A tree quickly splits,
The wood someone must have sold it,
If they knew the pain I had,
Descending

Moreover, have I descended,
From all these games of transparency,
Those fruits in the folds of the fabrics,
Swinging

I found other things to do,
And other smiles to encounter,
But such a beautiful light,
Never

At the speed at which time passes,
The miracle is that nothing erases the essential,
Everything flies away in a light shadow,
Everything except that bit of fever and honey

Everything flew away into space,
The smile, the dress, the tree, and the ladder,
At the speed at which time passes,
Nothing, nothing erases the essential

I found other things to do,
And other smiles to encounter,
But such a beautiful light,
Never

And here we are from the ground where we stand,
We spend our mortal lives,
Searching for those doors that lead,
Towards the sky