My father told me that, in the countryside, he got to know the animals. He said he had looked a lynx in the eyes. He understood the natural language of life, but when they came to fetch him, he was scared, and didn't want to leave.

From a landscape of golden 
regions of animals 
I chose
to give you,
dear friend,
this humble postcard:

On a Sunday;
Like fallow ground I felt your
body open up
to receive all that I can offer you.
... To feel,
to tremble,
oh land,
to sink, 
sink,
sink like the sun at dusk.