SWINGS

Swings with children at sunset.
The sky moves away and brings the swing closer.

Branch of the swing nervous and jovial.
Children shake fruitfully.

The strings touch the final blue.
The children return from the vastness.

There is a tense air, hills without walking,
standing trees, unchanged water.

Children lend him their childlike strength,
and the whole landscape comes to life.

Air, hills, trees, unchanged water,
thanks to the swing they start dancing.

All that still seemed to be
inside me it plays like a juggle.

And without moving I let myself be rocked,
On this sunset swing.