Behind the glass I see
How suddenly is imposed
The incessant dripping
Of the rain over
The red tiles
Of the terrace immersed
In grey silence

Suddenly it ceases too
The tortured mental
Review of everything
I think I must do
And that wants to be ordered
Inside me with this
Feeling I know quite well
Of duty I did not seek

All remains in suspense
The light sound of the rain
That continues to fall on
The red tiles
Of the terrace immersed
In grey silence

Translated by Julie Wark