Flowers of Fire

 

 

 

O darkness of the night!

 

 

 

Spread your dreadful blackness on your servile horizon.

 

 

 

I am not afraid of the blackness of your darkness.

 

 

 

There is nothing after night, but a glaring streak of dawn rising in the distant sky.

 

 

 

O sad wind, moan!

 

 

 

Let me hear a tune that makes my heart happy.

 

 

 

Your moan expresses what goes through my heart.

 

 

 

O old wound, keep bleeding!

 

 

 

The color of your blood is like a garden flower,

 

 

 

that witnessed our love encounters.

 

 

 

O way of exile!

 

 

 

Get more difficult and incline higher.

 

 

 

In the darkness of your way, there is a giant stage.

 

 

 

The dreaming moon is allowed to display its dancing silver threads on its wounding rocks.

 

 

 

O thunder roar, increase brutally and violently!

 

 

 

Your voice has the power to empathize with my loneliness in this terrible void.

 

 

 

O volcano of pain, erupt!

 

 

 

Throw your raging lava on the slopes of the mountains and burn their trees.

 

 

 

Nothing after wreaking havoc on the earth,

 

 

 

but the trees of tomorrow sprout from your fertile ashes.

 

 

 

O flood of sadness, keep going crazy!

 

 

 

Destroy the dams of patience.

 

 

 

Nothing after demolishing the dams of patience,

 

 

 

but rebuilding the dams of undiminished struggle.