My flowers

On my balcony without flowers

I lost heat,

The warmth of my heart

Through having been too afraid;

Now I am dying Locked in my torpor,

I am full of rancor

But this sweet moistness,

Brings me to my sister,

This sister so distant

This woman so haughty

Not giving any punishment

She is no longer my family

She died little girl

because it was called "pupil".

On my balcony without flowers

I keep in my heart

This child knows by heart

All the names of the flowers

Who, on my balcony, round

Never more will grow,

no! Since his disappearance.