It is so good to have your key,
To carry it in your pocket or bag
And to hear its warm noise
When turn round it into the keyhole.
It is so good to have your house,
To leave elsewhere
And come back to it.
To roam in its rooms,
To open and shut its windows,
To throw your protective glance
Over things
And listen how the watch strikes the second.
It is so good to have your bed
To find it in the dark
And to throw yourself into it,
To feel the smell of the sheet,
To deepen your head into the pillow
And to dream, to dream
To the happening Love…