Over her one exposed shoulder,
So freely in motion thanks to its chromatic solidity,
(She looks at the struggling dawn,
Like the fleeting Becoming of the evanescent lily)
She retains her aquarium-like colors,
(Now a marine celebration in the sky)
She, a most difficult task for disciplined attention,
She, Galatea, a figure of beauty created intentionally.
(She looks at the dawn. Now this consciousness transcends
The lily-like evanescence and becomes a constant relationship).