Tree floating 
on uncertain waters, 
perfumed leaves 
drying in the sun, 
drifting like the afternoon. 
Then, sudden cuts - 
in a sequence that seemed unending - 
and the voyage becomes a staccato. 

These moments are not made 
of secret paradise 
and not made of private hell; 
just the bold encounter 
of vivid green 
and the deepest blue, 
like music, unspoiled 
that takes the living 
to different shores, 
unexplored paths 
suddenly lit up by an oil lamp. 
The wick burns 
so that eyes can see 
a nanosecond of life's geometry, 
although once the journey's over, 
the water hushes the crackling flame: 
"Quiet", it says, 
"Get ready for darkness, 
be prepared for the waterfall". 

Precious is the image that was once seen, 
now used to draw maps of endearment 
and write formulas for the secret alchemy 
of a new... 
brighter, more intimate story.