She was passes by along the other sidewalk;
beautiful, in the innocent certainty of her beauty.
The day was golden and busy. Her body, with each
of her movements, left behind a gap in the air,
the exact shape of her body. Thus there was
a line of statues left behind, far away, to the corner
of the road where she vanished. Then the day was
totally finished. They rolled down the railings
of the flower-shops while the diaphanous statues
froze, totally naked, up to edge of the horizon like
a white tree-line and a light rain started to fall
on their marble shoulders.