That narrow street Of memory! Limestone worn out By generations Of earthy mountaineers Still echoes my childhood My dream: roses Over rain-washed Sculptures of footsteps In limestone & Grandma with bound feet Tracing the ancient Sound of love
One summer evening I ran to the hilltop To be kissed By the purple lips Of sunset Small town disappeared In smoky mist A dog was barking In clouds
I was a young girl then With a young girl’s mind I did not know much About the world Beyond the mountain range I laid my back flat On a huge limestone Which took all The summer heat from me
For a long while I drank alone All the silence I could There was a voice Echoing in the stone A voice I heard before Only in dreams ... I was a young girl then With a young girl’s mind
