On the Banks of

We were both in good humour,
not so much for having drunk a lot
as on account of the indescribable happiness within us.
We were deeply aware,
each of us in our own way,
that we were two ephemeral insects,
clinging tightly to the terrestrial bark,
that we had found a convenient corner
near the sea,
behind some bamboos,
planks and empty petrol cans,
where were hung together,
that we had before us some pleasant things and food,
and within us serenity,
affection and security.