"The Sound and the Look of Time" paints in my mind a supersonic plane. Instinctively, I look for that loud sound that goes out of time with the light. Or maybe words that compare this idea and yet instinct fails, it is not enough to visualize that.

The equinox and the changes that it introduces are the needles that intertwine in the fabric of the poem.
The beginning of the autumnal season is the time of year in which the length of the hours of light is shortened more quickly and this is what this piece alludes to from the beginning.

A glint in the absence of the ministry of time,
looking back at itself and seeing nothing.
Having harshness enmellowed the gold of impermanence,
constellations of smiles roll the equinox downslope.

However, despite all its symbolism: the end of the holidays, fewer hours of light, lower temperatures, the fall of leaves and the relationship with feelings of nostalgia and sadness; it also means a balance of forces between day and night, harvest time and spectacular sunsets, whose lights constitute a spectacle for those who appreciate natural beauty.

The slightest tremor of light builds faceless tombs
resurrecting astonishment in gestures that stay still.

There are no words that can describe the beauty of sunset and sunrise at this time of year and the warm and strident colors generate a sense of peace, but at the same time of energy, which seems contradictory but is the magic of this time.