LAST CYCLE © 2008
Living in the purest innocence, without haste or condition,
In the idea of fullness, without throw or pressure.
At ease, with no thirst to explore the future,
In the ancestral harvest, where time knows to wait.
The sharing of crops, in a safe environment,
Where life perpetuates in the mature cycle.
In the dances of the festivals, where laughter is freedom,
The young women, with light steps, embody softness.
And then, they challenge the heart with deep desire,
A carnal longing that transcends the world.
In the distant threshing floors, away from the crowd’s noise,
Full surrender happens, without hesitation.
The dark-skinned face, flushed with passion and colour,
Awakens in the morning light the echo of love.
Serene and vibrant, in the first hours of the day,
The will awakens, in perfect harmony.