The rain that cries

It rains ...
Sad and cry the sky,
dry fields stained poor Spain,
rain paused,
transgressing the most profound silence,
dim
shed tears of diamonds
stroking the thirsty minds
of men

The humus of the forest and mixed,
raising the fall
the pedestal of the gods.
Joy in sick bodies,
joy in the battered souls
joy of the miserable,
the humble,
the poor man,
walking difficult
with their heavy marble slab
on itself.

Fly travelers and spirit,
Fly through the wide worlds
release
ecstasies full ...

Souls of the dead,
cry because of your past,
solve the old troubles,
cry of vengeance
always offer the two currencies
to pay the ferryman.

Because the sky is crying ...
and oozing with joy the earth,
newly pregnant with moisture,
leaving the garment
of barren dryness.

.....
Olat, Madrid, Spain - 24.10.2011