A sun-god in a hurry
filled my life today
with such a waste of light!
What if tomorrow evening will come
and the darkness shall calm down
any laughter-scream piercing the sand?
Maybe the evening fog will tuck in slowly, warm and diffuse
any cling-cling of will left
and will ripe the strips of flame
from the smile-souls which we still have.
And then the calm-blue equilibrium,
generating plenitudes and platitude
will imbue the glassy silence
waiting for the next storm of sunrays.
The evenings of so much blue scent
and the golden glimpses of matinee rose –
maybe they form a bark on the spirit, preparing it
for the sudden changes falling
one after another, too fast,
from the smoky-fluid sky, imperturbable.

December 2001