Claude Esteban ( )

It will be evening,
at the same time of the evening
the doves will be coming
to sit on the branches

someone would say:
how tall the grass has grown
come, let us sit down
and tell a slightly daft story

to pass the time,
of a king who thought
he knew everything
and lost everything,

someone would say:
it is enough of a sad story
forget them,
as the sun slowly sets in.