Quinces seem to come from fairy tales.
People even think of them as aliens,
neither round nor oval
neither glossy nor trivial
not too dry and not too mellow
but Lord, how they are handsome!
They bring the Sun into a home
dusty and drowsy,
as if it had slept quietly among them!
What if, overnight,
after a cup of cocoa with milk,
we all wake up,
mewling and whiskered?
Crackling our jaws
arching our backs
Better than humans?
The cool sunrise, suddenly
caused my heart to shudder.
It seemed that cricket songs
were slowly drilling into my soul.
All day long, in summer,
they surround me with their ardour,
their birds’ wings spread into the air,
flapping, moving since dawn,