My mountains

I can not speak, I feel the mountains' breath
I'm always speechless when the trees in blossom demonstrate to me  their beauty
To be a modest witness to this show - it is my duty
I make in admiration deepest bow.

My land - my shelter gives me every day
So many brigth, creative moments
I need your silence on my head
When all the words are flying far away
My Lord, please switch off any needles comments

The almond fields... White petals on my lips
Last days of cold. It is still winter
But spring inside of me is trembling in my hips
The energy of young and handsome sprinter

The day has gone, my path is made of night...
Black curtains with the rare lights of road lanters
I'm building a new day, I know my own rights
The mountains pray: no contradictions, they just bring us fighters

Indulge yourself, my vessel, use your wings
I'm kissing both your hands with adoration
By painting giving birth to many simple things...
So simple yet divine salvation

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16.02.2025
Granada