I reveal to you a great secret;
When I took you to the garden,
It wasn't my intention to harvest the wet as I promised you,
The nightingales and wasps have preceded me,
But to eat the red Cham berries,
your lips are stained,
Wipe them for you with a thumb stained with intent,
swaying in place...
May a berry fall into the junction of your little breasts,
I sing like a noble knight looking for her,
I pretend I didn't find it at first,
nor the second,
Nor the third...
I took you to get more already forgiven sins.

Art installation by Amir Khatib