Don't think
the sun is my
distress.
Does it matter
if the spring
is here
Or if the
almond tress
are in bloom?
It's not the
end of the
world.
Suppose it is,
I still have
no fear
Of death that
arrives with
the sun.
After all,
each April I'm
a year
younger,
Each spring
I'm more in
love;
Would I be
scared of
death?
My touble,
dear friend,
is different.
