„My voice, wherein is my love and longing”



” Listen, listen…
Don’t you hear within the wind, how it sounds
My voice, wherein is my love and longing
So simply and strong like spring trees
Like flexed branches of young willows in fences




Across fields, thick wind gushes with spring into heart
Holds a breath, pulsates with blood in temples
Intensely, carrying a jouyful heart in my hands
I’m walking with the wind, having an unkown name on my lips”