From one bank to the other I crossed the river, Following on foot the bridge that spans it And mingles in the waters its shadow and reflection With the blue thread of the washerwomen's soap. I walked through the ford that sings in its own way. Stars and pebbles strewn beneath my feet. I headed for the grass, I headed for the forest Where the wind shivered in its light dress. I swam. I passed, better clothed by this water Than by my own flesh and skin. It was yesterday. Already dawn and sky are married. And now my eyes and my body are heavy, It is clear and I am thirsty and now I seek The fountain that sings in the heart of a lawn
