I can see you reflected in the mirror
You are sketching me
As you think I am asleep
How beautiful you are
In the morning light
We are expecting guests
So we dressed early
The terrace is still in shadow
But the air is warm
You are sketching me again
Sitting on a stone wall
I have yet to visit your studio
You tell me that
There are three suns
In the afternoon sky
I tell you that is only one
And that you have imagined
The three moons red
That are very common
In this part of Italy