The dissemination of bullets seeded the womb of the soil,
the land’s arms opened
and the martyr complied.
The infants of gold shall disintegrate to the grains of tomorrows
and the wheaten farms oscillate
from lands to the lands.
Now, here in this growing darkness, I am seeking you,
seeking your hands to link to the chain of stars
to blaze on your bezel upon
the collar of skies.
Now, I see you in and beyond everything
that is alive and the life itself that has absorbed you.
I hear you in all the music's and songs that from now
play just with one tune
and that is you!
You, and your death that imbues us of life!
you, the gravity that weaves all the rivulets and reveres together!
you, at the time
dawn spreads the tulip fields of our chests,
and blooms our red roses
in the Eden of tomorrows.
Now, you are silent,
your drops have sunk into the soil.
Now, the grains are awakening,
sprouts beginning their dance of germination.
Now, mornings rays are brandishing like the mane of your horse,
the puppeteer’s threads of sunshine,
forever like your blood shedding on the roads.
Now, the wind blows in your name;
you, the arms of rain and thunder embrace the lands and the seas.
You sparkle on the encounter of clods and stones;
collusions of irons and fists.
You blaze from the explosion of each cartridge.
You hum the tune of colours
from the fife of greens,
and like pollens ride on the back of winds,
and in your scent, the breeze shall fertilize the horizons.
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And now
you lie upon the whisk of the winds
with your presence enclosed in the clench of clouds,
burning, but never burning out,
like the fire of Zarathustra,
quenching from the silence of the land
that is resuscitating storms
in our veins
And now
the blades are shining and sharpening
on the rocks of your tales
to the peering of thousands of Excaliburs
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Written decades ago. Translated ten years ago. edited now.
