She seemed a dream. The hazy atmosphere
was luminescent, the horizon extends
beyond the cows and canals. It's her figure
that reminds me of music, it's her hip
and breast that warm my breath. The water sleeps
in bayous and in lakes as if it were
a body that was tired. These illusions
become more elaborate with time, I sense
that nonsense will prevail. The light attends
to surfaces of clouds, yellows and oranges
arrange her borders. The late afternoon
seems drowsy, a new Moon reveals itself
in the West. How its surface shines! The dream
is brief and the delight is a delusion.
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