have skin so fine,

nor does glass h silver

sh such brilliance.

highs slipped away from me

like startled fish,

half full of fire,

half full of cold.

t night i ran

on t of roads

mounted on a nacre mare

bridle stirrups.

as a man, i repeat

to me.

t of understanding

.

smeared h sand and kisses

i took he river.

the lilies

battled he air.

i be i am,

like a proper gypsy.

i gave ,

of strain,

but i did not fall in love

for although she had a husband

sold me she was a maiden

he river.