The rain is falling
and the birds of my heart
smile at the coolness
of its drops no one
was there at that moment
in the hermitage of contemplation
I heard a wolf
howling near the cave
The rain is falling
and the nightingales of my heart
smile at the blossoms
narcissi violets
daisies and the orchids
of luminous memory
The rain is falling
while stags and gazelles
lovers roaming the slopes
Valleys and peaks
of these violated lands
await the splendor
of a rainbow’s arc
the morning light and the blue twilight
hoping to wash away
from their sorrowful eyes
the hardness of pain
the sand the wind
the dust and the soil
