“Little robin, here you are again,
Paying me another visit today;
You find me at my desk searching for words,
Losing track of time and the world.
Little robin, you seem to fancy my windowsill,
You look fine, your singsong cheerful still;
Your stay only lasts a minute, but your visit fills
My heart, for as you fly, I climb my own hill.
With your departure, I’m left in quiet,
Alone with my thoughts again, and yet,
I can clearly see you, when I close my eyes –
A picture perfect to keep me company for many miles.”
Ana