Adios, sun ! bad weather is on the way...

I know for sure that you're 
the moon, but I won't tell
nobody,
sun.

You sneak
behind the curtain
& cover your face
with rice powder.
By day, the farmhand's
guitar,
by night, Artist's 
mandolin.
I should care !
Your illusion,
sun,
is to make
the garden
turn Technicolor.

Adios, sun !

And don't forget who loves you:
the snail,
the little old lady
on her balcony,
& me ...
spinning my heart like a ...
top.

Like concentric waves
on the water,
your words,
my words
in my heart.

Adios, sun !

Like a bird that collides
with the wind.
Your kiss
on my lips.
Like open fountains
fronting the night,
my dark eyes
on your skin.

Adios, sun !

I'm caught
in your concentric
circles.
Like Saturn
I lug around
rings
from my dreams.

Adios, sun !