Wind that carries the fragrance of summer and grass
crickets buzzing in the night
freshness of sheets in my bed
cries of martlets in the dawn
juices of the earth running through transparent green of the grape trees
the smell of mowed and sunburnt grass
after the rain
after the rain
raw cherries that taste like the earth
lonely barking of dogs - in the empty village
the fragrance of thyme on the snow-covered mountain
the taste of snow in my mouth when I cry
Sari smbul -
that grows so lonely high up in the mountains
mulberry tree in the dusty yard reminding me the lines
mulberry tree in the dusty yard reminding me the lines
"here you sit in front of your house and the green mulberry tree casts shadow on your face, my sweet, my tender mother"
my heart - that stops beating every time I read these lines
like on that spring day, when
like on that spring day, when
me and a friend where running under the rain
through the blossom of the apricot trees
...the city, the people, the footsteps
- so much clearer in the cold of the winter
the loneliness, that follows you through the summer heath
the boredom covering the city in the heat of the summer
hot summer sleep - dreaming of freshness of sheets
oh so tender, so loving your body
the sound of thirsty soil swallowing streams of water
the warm fragrance of hair after swimming in the transparent river
the same wind that carries the smell of the rain in it
me, when standing in the dark room
I look at the lights in the distance and wait for the wind from canyon
and the nostalgia so inexplicable
for the times I never knew
and for those yet to come
***
nothing can lighten my longing for you
