Sangre de Arachania

She left
Without a word
Without loneliness
She left full

And the Sun
Warmed up
The walk
Was the path

And the road turned red
And orange brought the heat
And the forests were honey
That’s how she sweetened her tongue

Love
There’s no need to talk
When you go
Through the artery

And you know
What happens after love
Your tears will dry
Those traces

Gravel dried the foot
And the heartbeat sounds in it
And the view of that field
Was all the essence

The breeze will carry away
The soul of your sorrow

And the road turned red
And orange brought the heat
And the forests were honey
That’s how she sweetened her tongue