Today, space is splendid
Without spurs, bit, or bridle,
Let us mount this wine like a horse
And ride to a heaven, enchanted and divine

Like two angels goaded by some delirious fantasy,
Let us pursue the distant mirage
Into the blue crystal of the morning

Gently balanced on the wing of the fleet whirlwind,
In parallel desire, swimming side by side,
We will fly, without rest or respite,
Straight into the paradise of my dreams