He lets me listen, when he moves me, br Words are not like other words br He takes me, from under my arms br He plants me, in a distant cloud br And the black rain in my eyes br Falls in torrents, torrents br He carries me with him, he carries me br To an evening of perfumed balconies br br And I am like a child in his hands br Like a feather carried by the wind br He carries for me seven moons in his hands br and a bundle of songs br He gives me sun, he gives me summer br and flocks of swallows br He tells me that I am his treasure br And that I am equal to thousands of stars br And that I am treasure, and that I am br more beautiful than he has seen of paintings br He tells me things that make me dizzy br that make me forget the dance and the steps br br Words…which overturn my history br which make me a woman…in seconds br He builds castles of fantasies br which I live in…for seconds… br And I return…I return to my table br Nothing with me… br Nothing with me…except wordsbr br Nizar Qabbanibr br