Blomosi keososi kelastaksoi,
Kelaksoi nebondrai atna leukakwat mergomi keosoi mensosatoi
Kelaksoi okwondrai teoso, Leubote,
E perekaiasi.
Kelaksoi gaudandrai tongondrai
Kelastaksoi regamowondrai wantandrai maroto.
Ai blomatani stenosatoi,
Ai blomat keos, stenosatoi kweos neblomekstat...
Odeat keos wentondra kweos omnam apopnewat wabantei
Odeat keos ondrai kweosi neklarakwesenkat,
Weiblewondra,
Degwawesandrai cestaknuwondrai,
Turbondrai stratosei.
Odeat priyantondra, weidantondra, polantondra
E kelastami papilomi heksakwat.
Kasei stenosatoi blomat,
Stenos kweos neblomekstat,
Regwamet meos,
Regwamet meos, leubote, oinoge keosoia blomoproi.
Its flowers are full of colour.
Coloured like the clouds, when the moon lights their edges,
Coloured like your eyes, my love,
And warm.
Coloured like joyful ideas,
Full of colour like waves swelling far out to sea.
How the stone blossoms.
How it blossoms, the stone that cannot blossom...
It smells of the wind that blows away wailing,
It smells of things that need no explaining,
Of blood,
Roast chestnuts,
Crowds in the streets.
It smells of freedom of seeing and feeling
And bewitches colourful butterflies.
That's how the stone blossoms,
The stone that cannot blossom.
I'll come back,
I'll come back, my love, with one of its flowers.
Home
"Cogito ergo sum, sed credo ergo ero."
Email: artabanos@mail.utexas.edu
