Sunset in N’kamba
The sky was ocher
And the countryside glowing.
Far away,
On the horizon,
Went down,
Towards the slate-gray mountain,
A mighty pink ball,
Like an all-embracing curious eye:
The African village
Plunged
Into a riot of colors.
On the top of giant eucalypti,
Before enjoying a long rest,
Were singing birds.
In the street
Bathed in flickering daylight,
Children were playing,
And grown-ups were sharing
Innocent secrets.
I couldn’t stop admiring
This magical scenery,
I wished eternity.
But, slowly,
inexorably,
unfailingly,
Merged the colors of nature,
Under the cover of night.