What was said to the rose that made it open
was said to me here in my chest.
What was told the cypress
that made it strong and straight,
what was whispered the jasmine
so it is what it is,
whatever made sugarcane sweet,
whatever was said to the inhabitants
of the town of Chigil in Turkestan
that makes them so handsome,
whatever lets the pomegranate flower
blush like a human face,
that is being said to me now. I blush.
Whatever put eloquence in language,
that's happening here.
The great warehouse doors open,
and I fill with gratitude,
chewing a piece of sugarcane,
in love with the one
to whom every that belongs.
oh, you mean THAT, it's my mom's. Well, she made it anyway, but that is the one she made for people who don't have one to call theirs.
ReplyDeleteI can tell cause she didn't put a tag in the collar. So actually this one, it's yours.