Sometimes in the evening on Summer days,Even when there’s....

“ Sometimes in the evening on Summer days,Even when there’s not a breeze at all, it seemsLike there’s a light breeze blowing for a minuteBut the trees are unmovingIn every leaf of their leavesAnd our feelings have had an illusion,An illusion of what would please them... ”

Alberto Caeiro

From : The Keeper of Sheep