a soft melody floats in the air
where the water’s reflection walks delicate 
on the moulds of the formwork
the stucture reveals itself to be suspended, it is light but not too much
your obstinate coherence amuses me,
while i scrutinize the rigour of the material
a fire is set, its brightness vibrates between the rhythm of the arches,
while rough and grave tones cause the building’s vibrate from the inside.
the light spans the time of your twenty three hours
plus one, mine, which delicately 
caresses you like the new page of my book