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 rythm 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…