Inner Tranquility

I watch the sun setting into the beginning of a line.

Everything seems to turn into sap. The leaves

walk more bashfully and more slowly.

Their veins grow narrower, you feel you might collapse

at their end.

Mild is the afternoon’s voice in the vicinity

of my peacefulness

and praised be the moment

of autumn’s urge on the fruit’s surface

Everything descends upon the earth as inner tranquility

and I shudder at such simplicity,

my senses become hostile

when colliding with the air.

Why am I suddenly disjointing myself

into pieces of my vegetal body ?

How can doubt watch its

almost burgeoning neck,

why is my being trembling

and why is its language so harsh ?

It flows down the river, the word cannot overtake it.

English version by Gabriela PACHIA