"The fork" [poem]

The thought swept me away

through a path trace with poems,

and blue-winged butterflies

that open around the landscape,

and without realizing it, I'm in front the sea.

The beach, another place of thoughts,

is crowned in solitude,

at the wake of the Sun that slowly drowns.

In the sky, seagulls circulate like in a labyrinth of air

where all forms of time pass:

seagulls fly over the past finding in the sea

what others have already found;

others fly over the future saying that it was in vain,

and the history of these becomes that of the first

eternally, while there is Sun and a Moon in the sky.

And in the middle of the beach,

God appears between sand and salt.

And when the time comes, you finally talk to Him,

you realize that there was always an infinite absence

where He was.

The sun is down, and everything starts again.