Me...My love, I am as my country,
formed by the fire
and know the battle-scars
I've tasted kiss of Juda
and I' ve tasted kiss of vampire
I know the boot of a conqueror
the tyrany of evil...
tenderness and passion of a mistress
and the urge of the battle-call
The blood of a man in holy grail.
And Me, my love, as the star-born child
which Europa hides in the heart
I've heard poems about pain
and betrayal and fall
but also, I've heard poems about victory
and triumph and the pride...
The Fire as a warrior poet
and the soil as poet of the war.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I know the boot of a conqueror the tyrany of evil... tenderness and passion of a mistress.. the fire as a warrior poet and the soil....... very fine poem. tony