Some cock crows recalling at dawn, and the crazy cicadas of the vega tune their fiddles to get drunk at noon.
The vega, with the withered wheat, falls asleep in a yellow and silver stupor, while the remote heavens have their fires with passionate purple and brown sweet.
The night shows all its charms to the moon. On the misty blue lake on the vega the dogs of the gardens are barking…
The hidden sun appears through the clouds…, and the vega was like a huge flower which suddenly opened its great corolla showing all its wonderful colours. There was a huge commotion in the landscape. The plain beat gorgeous. All things moved. Some colours extended strong and spirited.
