Ash

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.