:12:01
...like a figure on a painted screen.
:12:05
Then suddenly she leaves
her varnished perch...
:12:09
...and, like a butterfly...
:12:13
...flutters away, alighting...
:12:17
...with such quiet grace...
:12:20
...that I get a wild urge...
:12:26
...to chase her...
:12:29
...even at the risk
of snapping off her wings.
:12:38
She came by the consulate
the other day.
:12:44
I didn't see her,
but I heard her speak.
:12:49
Something in her voice touched me.
:12:55
That's the way love sounds...
:12:58
...when it is sincere.
:13:01
It would be a terrible sin...
:13:06
...to break those frail wings...
:13:11
...or crush that trusting heart.
:13:15
My dear consul...
:13:20
...you've become sentimental...
:13:24
...in your old age.
:13:29
There's nothing wrong...
:13:34
...with wanting to teach
those wings...
:13:39
...the sweet flights of love.
:13:58
Here's to your family far away.