Fish I think my heart Has never been So warm and red: I feel In the worst minutes of this murderous night, Thousands of sun-springs Gush in my heart Out of certitude. I feel in every corner of this salt-marsh of despair Thousands of fresh forests Suddenly sprout Out of the ground. Oh lost certitude, you fleeting fish, Slipping through the mirror's pools, fold by fold! I am the lucent lagoon, lo! Through the magic of love Find a way towards me from the mirror's pools!