Conversando Con La Noche Y Con El Viento

Determined to sweep the sunset, I surprised the wind. It was a naked boy who, upon seeing me, jumped on my neck and started to tangle with my hair. His voice trembled among the branches of the apple tree. He whistled among the reeds things that one goes around singing and the night caught us talking about sunsets and loneliness... Of walking and walking seeking truths to always find another question, coming and going and never arriving. Feathered heart, why waste time talking with the night and with the wind?... I was returning from the South... It was lazy and hot, with saddlebags full of dust and seeds from other sowers and other people. He had so much to tell from the apple tree... So many imaginations, that the night slipped away to sit and listen to what he told. Of sunsets and loneliness... Of walking and walking seeking truths to always find another question, coming and going and never arriving. Feathered heart, why waste time talking with the night and with the wind?...