Status Updates From The Casting of Bells

》Ale i ta, která v Labutím jezeře
mnohokrát tančila na špičkách,
má prsty na nohou zmrzačeny
a stárne.《

Remember when I first brushed off
The rain that covered you
And, in my anxiety, could barely look at you.
I put my face close to your hair
And held my breath a minute.
Then I could take a deeper breath
And hurl a thousand kisses to your eyes
And see them close and blinding.

I'm looking at your fingers,
lightly bending tight
around the jasmine bouquet,
and at the red rooster
with a fragrant mint leaf in his beak—
And the world begins swirling.
You look at me amazed,
and lift all the flowers
from your lap,
drop everything on the floor—
I could have been convinced
that love up there in your heart
was just slumbering.