If I cry and when I cry, and my tear falls down
It’s for watering the grass that feeds life
Crying I redo the spring that you dried
If you desire, my desire raises tides of salt and sorcery
I live with my face to the wind and rain, and I get wet
I am like a thin rod, that any breeze flexes it, but no sword can cut me
Since the milk from my mother’s breasts fed me
Even the endless verses, verses, verses
Which spring from the poet in all poetry
I am reborn every day as a rhythmic drum of life… ☺♡