Dusk
The eye of the day began to close.
Slow and beautiful.
The sun hiding in the mountains.
Night is day sleeping.
Before the day falls asleep there is a transient luminosity.
I put my eyes on the horizon and my heart flutters.
What is this?
I contemplate the day falling asleep...
Birds seek shelter
There is a ray of sun
The uproar of the day is dissipating
To give way to other noises.
Silent noises.
The cloud darkens.
The first stars twinkle
The moon.
New crescent full wane...
