APRIL AFTERNOON

 Silent afternoon full of mysteries

Like the mysteries of April

Rain, wind, sun and freshness

Uncontrolled luminosity

 

Misty and lonely afternoon

Afternoon full of memories

Emotional memories, almost forgotten

In the silent places of memory

 

Silent afternoon, perhaps magical

Perhaps full of dreams and enchantments

Perhaps shrouded in fantasies,

Or perhaps of dark laments

 

Deaf laments, hidden emotions

Maybe it's just an unforgettable afternoon

That adds to the innumerable lived ones

To the numb hours of my long days

 

April afternoon

Silent,

perennial

Deep provider of dreams and shadows.