… the afternoon is made of crystals

(The Fire from Within)

Hora Inmensa

By Juan Ramon Jimenez

 

Only a bell and a bird break the stillness ….

It seems that the two talk with the setting sun

Golden colored silence, the afternoon is made of crystals

A roving purity sways the cold trees

and beyond all that

a transparent river dreams that trampling over pearls

it breaks loose

and flows into infinity