Alone it moved to reach its zenith.
Silently it enlivened the midday and occupied its throne.
Now the dry leaf shines brightly like gold
and the pale red of the flower becomes a crimson lip.
The traces of the rain disappear on the soil
and it is magnificent the way that the river embraces the rock.
My large shadow disappears with the sun high above,
it dries my tears and its light absorbs all of my absences.
The forgetfulness of these icy arms is evaporated
and the burning silence of hope is ignited.
The sand palpitates below these simple sandals
and my scarred skin is now smooth.
The simplicity of existence reveals its joy,
with the Sun up on high, the soul governs life.