My whole life is mine, but whoever says so
Will deprive me, for it is infinite
The ripple of water, the shade of the sky
Are mine; it is still the same, my life

No desire opens me: I am full
I never close myself with refusal -
In the rhythm of my daily soul
I do not desire - I am moved

By being moved I exert my empire
Making the dreams of night real
into my body at the bottom of the water
I attract the beyonds of mirrors