Where did the light go
Clarity turns orange,
Why alchemy do fuchsias appear?
The deep blues are winning in the water.
The sun no longer blinds.
They open their eyes to the wonders of light.
Everything is a party at the end of the day.
without knowing how or from where,
the soft darkness of dusk
they are everywhere.
They have wrapped the palm trees from the feet to the tops,
they already live in the walls of the houses
and in the bodies that move away.
Now the darkness has erased
the sea and the sky
the horizon and the birds.
I'm alone in the absent garden.
I won't get up to light no flame.
I will not open the computer or watch TV,
I will not hear more music than that of silence,
I will not write any letter,
i won't make any calls,
I will not open any book
nor will I do anything that is not
let myself be enveloped by total blackness
that envelops me and dissolves me.
The shapes have long since disappeared,
work of the relentless night that erases everything
My hands, My arms, my legs
are invisible to my eyes.
How is the resulting space?
Near, far, absent?
Darkness penetrates everything.
No light present.
Except for the one that radiates the darkness itself.