I want both of us
To start talking about this great love
As if you, I, and the Sun were all married
And living in a small room.
Helping each other to cook
Do the wash
Weave and sew,
Care for our beautiful
We all leave each morning
To labor on the earth’s field.
No one does not lift a great pack.
I want both of us to start singing like two
About this extraordinary existence
You, I, and God were all married
And living in