Dawn of My Sunset


The rain had just ended
at the dawn of my sunset,
when the rainbow showed me
that invisible path.

No more trees to limit the horizon,
nor meadows awaiting the call of the dew,
but a smile as big as the horizon
and immense opportunities to play with.

I left my house without looking back,
and, after shaking off the last drops,
I saw your face become sad
for not being able to company me.

How I wish that darkness surprised you
with the magical colors of the seasons
without envy the birds chasing each other,
waiting for migration.

But be happy! They belong to you now;
you will aspire to all my dreams—
will mix tears and rain
like flowers in a thunderstorm.

I’ll always be here in the Wood of Plane,
waiting like a spiteful bug,
this time to walk together,
making fun of life.

After each small victory, we seem to be close to the goal. But we learn the value of patience in accepting that everything runs smoothly as planned. Lost opportunities and denied destinations deeply mark our spirit with the feeling of being persecuted by an unfavorable destiny.