Waking up to greet the stone crocodile ...

When I draw back the curtains of the blue bedroom, I can see the garden, with its arbours for reading or idling sweetly - there's the early morning sky still full of my dreams -

I feel calm and happy - soon, I'll walk through a grove of orange trees - I'll greet the stone crocodile by the side of the pool - I'll pay my respects to the grave bulldog, Bertie - I'll stroke gentle Hammi's delicate muzzle - 

I'll dwell intensely in every second - I'll carry my heart like a fragile gift -