CAN NOT ORDER

CAN NOT ORDER

You can not order,

The sky of a blue of a distant blue,

With the bright sun shining,

The free birds to sing,

Sunny clouds to float,

And the wind blowing softly.

You can not order,

A soft cold rain,

With heavy clouds fluttering,

With lightning striking the sky,

The wind blowing strong,

Making my day night.

You can not order,

Seagulls hovering off,

Boat in the distance sailing;

The sea with serene waves,

Fine sand, so warm,

To burn our feet.

You can not order,

A pure, starry night,

I just, on a long road,

To sing a song;

The moon shining high,

And an owl chirping.

You can not order,

Autumnal afternoon in a field,

I in the shadow of a tree,

Seeing the oxen that are grazing;

Smiling, talking loudly,

Thinking I'm flying.

You can not order,

One spring morning,

Keychains, dice and spheres,

In the backyard of my house,

In the garden radiant flowers,

And a nightingale to sing.

You can not order,

The other side of the moon,

You're in the middle of the street,

Running to come and hug me;

The sun kissing my face,

The longing to caress.

You can not order,

Childhood, never again;

She left, went away,

Fled with the day yesterday,

Leaving me here alone,

Not knowing what to do.

And here I am again,

Alone, having no one;

Listening to a disc playing,

And thinking why you left,

I did not know how to order you,

Or did you commission me?

* J.L.BORGES
    1986