29.

Dialectic.

Our voices were calm
and immaterial, as they can be
in the hour that follows love:

Me - "do you want to see your passion
still burning, my love?

So do you truly believe that people
get everything from their bodies

the pleasure and all the happiness
that we feel?

Do you truly believe that our love

will not last forever?"

I do not! My love;

even the ugliest fatso in the world
thinks he can love

like we can, forever!

She:" it is the illusion of all lovers
believing they are one

and acknowledging their words as immortal."

Me - "Maybe it is an illusion,
but it is the only truth

that you and I own,

and we must therefore enjoy it
as long as possible.

Because, my love, we could have

only a short time, very little time

to love each other!"