#115 (ou The Cello of Rapunzel)
May i take you by the elbow
like those cowboys in the movies?
How narrow is the meadow
When you want to heal your bruises?
What hurts you in the marrow?
Is it the strength of your beauty?
When the strings of a cello
sound like pure cruelty?
Does your hair lie down yellow
or does it shine just like a ruby,
when it blends the air in an echo
and speaks loud and truly?