A sovereign calm descends from the great clouds,

intoxicating the peaks,
while the rain becomes sacred.
The lake reflects another truth.

The swan awakens
the whirlwinds of the sweet season,
but in its eddies the lake remains indecipherable.

Imperceptibly,
between the arch of the wing and the curve of the breast,
an inner rhythm.
Fruitful experience at each change, in clarity.

At a window, the young woman.
The lake and the opaline beauty of the heights.
A white wing emerging from inertia.
The immobility of the woman, the origin of another flight.