Véronique

   It was 6 o'clock in the evening.
I started walking by a shore of seaweeds.
No birds, no sounds,
just the silence of a frozen folded eye
in an impetuous sky,
calling my name several times.

A peace between the ocean and the eye
emerged from the sand,
and two big and strong birds,
one in each shoulder,
started playing around.

Two black and white falcons,
one in each shoulder,
started flying around.
The white one, in the left hand
spread out his feathers
as the voice of the big eye
started disappearing in the fall.