Noon in Ganzirri
This is the time of tensions
between bamboos and bouganvillaes
under the shade of palm trees
in the swimming pool
and in the warm water
dreams cross the weak spirit
and my heart rejoyces beyond hope
forgetting myself
in the wind's song
while a lonely horse
steams and stamps
at the corner of the road.
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