Heath in Flower

Heath in Flower

It fills my chest in magical enchantment,

The thrill of painful things ...

Under the burned heather, roses are born ...

In my eyes the tears erase ...

Wish! Wings open! What I bring

In me? I hear silent mouths

Murmur me the mysterious words

That disturb my being like a cuddle!

And in this anxious fever that invades me,

I have my shroud, my burel,

And I am no longer, Love, Soror Saudade ...

Eyes burning with ecstasies of love,

Mouth namely sun, fruit, honey:

I'm the rude heath opening in bloom!