This night was a night full of wonders.
I was drinking my own blood and life.
When I was dancing on the whispers of the wind
I heard the words of my friend. The white Raven.
He was speaking in an ancient language.
He was teling me about the iron cuts of love and life.
He was teling a story of people and women.
I fell in love of his words.
I fell in love of his way of loving this world.
I fell in love of his way of living.
I've never seen the sun married with the moon.
My love should dwell into the world.
My love should dwell into the death.
And I will be complete.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem