sunset …
I sat down on a hill in a sunset, when the sun was leaning on the rosy clouds its tired temple after a day of shining. I have listened in secret to the silence of a twilight melting away till transparence, while hearing remote whispers. The song of the water springs was coming from far away with long steps of shadows and flying wings were carressing my trembling eyelashes with their flight.
I became fluid as the time, hidden in the outline of my shadow shattered in light… and I would have liked to take from the colour fan of the sky the nuance of the sunset, to melt away in its light as to nobody… nobody… still know me…
Maybe I wasn’t anything else than imagination, as my soul was so translucent and the thoughts so pale that I was confusing myself with the breath of the evening… and maybe the next day even the flowers would have not recognized me anymore as I was wrapped in the immateriality of my melted away thoughts… and maybe the birds as well would have stopped their flight without understanding who might call them from behind…
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