Sunset in N’kamba
The sky was ocher
And the countryside glowing.
Far away, on the horizon,
Went down,
Towards the slate-gray mountain,
A mighty pink ball,
Like an all-embracing curious eye:
The African village
Plunged into a riot of colors.
On the top of giant eucalypti,
Before enjoying a long rest,
Were singing birds.
In the street bathed in flickering daylight,
Were playing children
And grown-ups were sharing innocent secrets.
It was a magical scenery,
I wished to be everlasting.
But, slowly, inexorably, unfailingly,
Merged the colors of nature,
Under the cover of night.