Black spirals
tremble
pushed by the wind
in the cave
where the serpent sees
below
the landscape fade
hanging on falling stars.

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Golden stars rise up
from my open balcony
I see you
sitting
and stitching
underneath the blossoming orange tree
while the young man
trembles
before
your green eyes
and red lips.

Dear readers with these two poems I end my vacation at the cabin in front of the sea where each evening I wrote the poem of the day for you.
I thought it was a nice way to share with you my most intimate feelings during these summer days. Starting tomorrow, I will begin again with my articles…

Hasta la vista.