Searching for the Light

Have not hidden my eyes

from any sunrise

the sunrise smiles and asks questions

and he knows that no one can hear him

as if he sees the world for the first time every day

and he also has a pretentious pride

of the long-awaited miraculous things

I hide my eyes

every sunset instead

I can hear the light crumble

when the night falls

I can hear it fall into pieces

that is why I avert my eyes

I am trying to collect

the remains of the light

just like a child

collecting from the dust

shards of colored glass

fantasizing they are precious stones