?Where do you hide the sun, my darling ?Could it be hiding under your gypsy hair ?Or is it writhing within your braids ?Is it coursing as fire in your green veins ?Or committing suicide by drowning in your orange sea O my dear Visor! The planets have lost their courses And the cycles of the seasons ceased The atmosphere is neither clear nor cloudy Neither rainy nor torrid Neither coastal nor continental No more original or semi-original directions For all directions have taken one single direction Toward your solar eyes There is neither ebb nor flow Neither moon nor crescent !O my dear Visor Your eyes move the entire world East, west, north, south The two Americas have become An Eastern charm Europe becomes a kangaroo land And the kangaroo becomes Europe The two poles have become the equator Pineapples and mangos grow in Siberia And almonds and pine nuts are tropical products People walk on their heads And skyscrapers ram the dust The earth is in sheer chaos !Because of your solar eyes