Flowers have sprung from the mother earth
In the gentle cooperation of the soil and the radiant vault
In my garden, spring flowers do not ring bells
They are silent as I pass or wave shyly
Their eyes, large and silent, grow beside me
They look at me with their petals, they smile with their petals
I walk through the garden amidst spring flowers
I feel like a flower walking among flowers
Then I go to town and walk past shop windows
The displays look at me wide-eyed and provocatively
Some whistle rudely because I am not a serious buyer
Their dizzying prices make heads turn
They are aggressive, arrogant, growl like a beast in a cage
They show their teeth, mock me because I have a modest treasury
I don\'t care, things won\'t buy me
Still, I feel like an item with a price tag by the window
With a price that falls with my age
Soon they will put me on sale and on sale 30% 50%
Well, all together with me for 40 euros
I\'m going back quickly to my garden among the spring flowers
They look at me with their petals silently waving shyly
I feel like a flower walking
Among the flowers