The clock - what time is it ? The hour has sounded. I can barely make out the hollows of huge eyes, the following satin of your dress. I can barely see you !...

Next door the lights are out.
Someone is making love.
I am frightened by the shape
of your face.
It is half dark in the room:
Nights is as lonely as if a
piece of ice pierced by moonlight
marks the window.
- Did you surrender ?
I did not fight.
The voice froze as if from
A hundred miles away or the
- moon itself...

Moonbeams stood between us
transforming the world.
The metal of your dark
furiously red hair
glowed unbearably.
History itself is forgotten,
in the flint of the moon,
the looking glass splinters:
there are distant hooves,
and the squeak of a carriage.
The street light has gone out.
(On me too)
Time no longer moves.
Soon the cock will crow.
(Kill the cock)
And two young couple
will part.