I felt the coming of spring,
somewhere far away it is also
in the midst of cold weather
I smelled the scent of musk.
Sensed light gather strength,
and heard the swallows
a distant song.
I have danced with the spring
mazurka, knew how
wildly spins mother earth.
I have tasted the bitter tears,
fled when under the feet of cheating on mother earth.
Flown with burning wings, like the Phoenix bird,
risen from the ashes, take off again.
In my dreams caught in the Otava claw,
or a man with handsome buttocks.
I remember how the father put the snow
ash melting of the snow to accelerate.
Sometimes the Etna volcano in Sicily
threatens, in a big grandfather left
time to conquer the world.
The country you're hikes
country trip to the head,
compost or ash
the cycle of life in the wheels again.