Fire Festival

You took my yellowness, you gave me your redness, among the sullen stone gods, in the forest, in the swamp, amid the attack of hungry bears. You smiled at me, familiar to me in a foreign land, and slowly, slowly you brought me out of the wild life. My jugs and bricks of raw clay you baked in your hearth. In the ear of my sleep you told sweet and happy tales. Awake, caressing my dream... I worship, and how could I not worship you, who stayed beside me, with me, without burning. And without burning you took my yellowness, you gave me your redness. My cheeks have blossomed red... What a dance the flame of your being has far behind the curtains of my eyelids, from the moment of discovery to eternity, without rest, without time, and without borders, my love...