The clouds split. Darkness
opens, pale furrow in the sky.
The thing emerging from the background
is the sun. The clouds' core,
once absolute, now glows like a
crystallized boy. Streets covered
in branches, wet leaves, tracks.
I've stayed calm throughout the storm
and now reality opens up.
Wind drags groups of clouds
in diflferent directions.
I thank heaven for having made love
to the women I've cared about.
From the darkness, pale furrow,
the days come forth like travelling boys.
Translation from Laura Healy