Far, so far, so far away lies
the white snow of her childhood,
when Snow-white was playing
in a mink coat.
Frost and frost cut off the chrysalis
and Butterfly flew far, so far,
so far away from the northern
Near, so near, so near to you
she’s flying now, with her new wings,
searching the juice of your words,
nude before your skill.
Close, so close, so close to you lies
the snow-white butterfly,
in search of a sparkling flower
is called Love.