From Hollow Trunk

My house has no walls, no ceiling, no floors,

Nothing at all as it looks home.

My house is a hollow trunk

A big blue trunk standing out in the grey

From hollow trunk one glance thrown by chance is enough

To make the rooms change

The heights, the distances, the plains transfigured

And shining through the air

Since I live I saw the things better

And my knowledge grows in concentric circles

Like the trunks of the trees

Whose rounds raise every year

Once, around the blue forest there was the wide park

Of a great metropolis but nowadays it's an invisible landscape

Being able to condition the visible, 'cause spread all over

There are the dead bones rolled by the wind