At dusk of the day
Silence! ... sss
she is dying the afternoon
it's time for recollection
the sunset star peeks out
the afternoon dies on the hill
and the sadness of some lonely birds
they are seen fluttering over the bell tower
of the old hermitage.

The possibilities of the day die
and the raids are quiet,
and hopes fade
until a new day.

Sing the Requiem
of a hot day
that twists in its shape
to give birth at night.

Hush ... sss
the evening is falling
and this valley demands respect
maybe tomorrow in passing
And to the sound of the turtledoves
we can celebrate
to the beat of a national meringue.

#day #sunset #nature
© Alexis Hidalgo