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