Araucaria

I got my arms wide open to the sky
like the branches of the araucaria.
I am the root and the sacrament
and the sun warms my face in the wind.

My name falls on soft ground
where it sinks, sinks, sinks
and the sun burns me and I want to see
how it melts me, melts me, melts me.

What I feel is not regret
from the open fruit I do not repent.

What I reach is my own light,
my first name, your breath.
What I leave is my body today,
blood in the earth, seeking I go.

I got my arms wide open to the sky
like the branches of the araucaria.
Forest air, ownerless land:
with only the sky I can't hold on.

Another night and the moon doesn't rest
and the ground cools, cools, cools.
Cold stone, my land:
keep me alive.

What I feel is not regret
from the open fruit I do not repent.

What I reach is my own light,
my first name, your breath.
What I leave is my body today,
blood in the earth, seeking I go.