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Spring Madness

Through the window, the spring invite me to the field,,
it opens the door, it touches my breasts,
Lustfully I discard my dress, and also my shoes.
Am I awake, or maybe going crazy?

The wind through my blonde hair blows wildly.
I float outside, on the Cherry tree a Robin sings.
The feeling of the flowers loving caress on my bare feet,
My naked flesh glittering under a rainbow of Spring.

English translation: John Harding