I raised my gaze from the scorching pavement
and slowly hid her in my pocket
but not before gently caressing her hair
and promising that I'll take her home with me once again
I'll put her on that wooden shelf on the balcony
next to the spices
so they can get born together under the sun
she told be she likes how the morning rainbow shines in my hair
so at dawn I'll set her on my shoulder
and she will jump rope with the colors
I'll read to her 'Les Fleurs du mal' during the day
so she will remember that she too was once loved
in the evening I'll play the piano for them
for her and the basil
they always enjoy listening to me
at night I'll cover her with a glass bell
so she won't be afraid of the stars
so she won't lose herself too much in the story
so I won't pick her up again the next day from the pavement