A Cry of Desire, A Cry of Goodbye

Autumn light makes the crayfish eggs hatch.

The last nymphs recently fell from the trees. Many have made their way into the darkness. The first ones that came out already know what the sap tastes like.

They sing silence underground.

You didn't even feel the weight of the air chrysalis
in your body even without limits there were no wing desires
in your body even without limits blind light you did not feel
oh diamond still intact the weight of the air.
- Leopoldo Maria Panero