On the window of the horizon,
God etched the outline of today's walnut tree,
and nature completed it in two years.
In the smooth, water-like bark of the trunk,
the nearby dove reflects itself.

A bush of questions
allows itself to be traversed by truth.

Today has come,
so far away from me,
the one I once was,
for whom the walnut tree was the greatest empire,
gained in a moment of dreaming.