these villages are so distant from the sea
as if there is no end to these mountains
second layer of the sky
they guard them from elsewhere
they keep the smell at bay
the sea is so far away from here
as only the sea in absolute proximity
can be
to the soundless fall of oleander blossoms
the mountains stand there
forever unchanging and silent
listening to the children of this year
when the night falls, in such frightening haste,
they run home from the neighbouring house
but the night is already awaiting them there
with the evening milking
their chestnut eyes gaze curiously
into the dark, secretive like hedgehogs
endless deep sea
sleeping behind their walls