with the juice of the trunk and the prodigy
of their strength transforms them in shade.
in the half-light of his autumn blooms,
once he has lost count of his years.
loses the miracle of piercing
of the turbulent aggression of time
and one given morning knows that he has lost
the roar and the strength and has no change
of recovering them.
that give shade, as the tiger that dreams
with the vigour of his youth,
as the half-light that relieves the heat
of the eternal summer that was the patio
where he baked his life in the sun, where he scattered seeds
and where he has placed his bones underground.