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a
fire, how great it would be if these mountains united in a
single flame,
I’m longing for a
fire,
birth
songs on my lips, I’ll surge forward, forehead aflame,
I’ll
put a fingerprint of fire on my cheeks and show them to
burning ants saying look
nature has kissed me,
warmth in my bones,
I’ll find a coal black stick and waving it
say here’s a rabbit’s foot

and say prayers for
fertility,
I’ll
say prayers that will idolize the ceaselessness of the fire,
prayers which
will ensure the unending burning of the trees,
I’ll
engrave the immortal rhythm of the flames on my most
sensitive brain cells,
you know a fire has
a drone, I believe I'll be able to find the music behind it,
 in
my prayers I can almost hear that music,
I
wonder how my friends will manage,
we’ll probably hang
our greetings on flames and write them on
white clouds,
maybe
some will write letters of complaint, I’ll reserve ashen
clouds for them,
will anyone be furious
with me, I guess so, naturally
I’ll
spare pink clouds for them as a surprise,
such
an important fire will have dignity, the flames will havean
elegant attitude, refined, nothing crazy,
perhaps
they’ll get involved in a heated discussion about which
trees will take priority,
no
that would be too much, a fire must have a manly
ruggedness, it should be slightly distant,
my eyes will eventually
get used to the glare, then I'll find
some companions and dance with them,
in ecstasy, my feet
will leave the ground
  and
I'll dance above the flames,
I'm sure a reluctant
flame will fall in love with me and belly-
dance,
revealing herself
on the hard body of a plane tree, I'll look at
her secretly,
 out
of the corner of my eye,
at a time like this
I wouldn't wish to be tied to a single flame,
I'll run away like the god pan to places unknown to her,
I know she'll try
to finish her duty soon, in order to die, for me,
it's a pity but such
things are normal in an adventure like this,
I want to set fire
to my hair by a cypress, I'll find the most
elegant, the most mysterious one in the forests, it'll be like laying
my
head on a feather pillow,
o nature either take
me or give yourself to me,
I want such a fire
that all the forests of the world will be
hallowed, now I burst into a song of birth, I will ensure the continuity
of this fire, I've written prayers that guarantee the continuous growth
of
branches,
 I
want to be a fire,
now I'm going to
anoint myself with fire,
and
put a handful on my cheeks and show them to burning ants saying look nature
has kissed me
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