Crespúsculo del sol de la medianoche

Ever seen how the sun hits

the branches of the pine tree?

How it shines

on the windows facing NE

the shadows

with patches of the NE sun

sparkling dew

as if the day was setting

or a dawn

arriving too late?

The particular force of the light

as if its beginning or just about to die?

I saw its limbo today.

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