How could it be, you took me out of my precious garden?
How is it possible you pull me away from the place where I belong?
Only to decorate your heaven on earth?
Only to admire my bony frail body against the light?
Only to catch the emotion of the never ending movement of my leafs?
Or maybe to be your friend to whom you can confide your secrets?
It seems attractive to be your friend,
To share your soul anxiety …
Because my trunk was made to be strong,
To keep a man relying on me …
To give a little bit of quietness in your spirit …
I’m the mountain ash protecting you for enchantment.
In Sanskrit I’ m “Runa” what is the same like magician!
So let me be your magician …
Let me protect you from each threat to loose your serenity,
To prevent you from each escape from your aim!
But please open sometimes the window of your heart
And let blow the fresh air in my leafs,
Like a wind is blowing so softly in the woman’s’ hair …
Only the gentle touch on my skin makes me strong enough
To hold on, to love, to share, to live the life of my destination.
Give me some fresh water to swallow the female current flood
To survive in your pitch-dark place …
I offer my fire red fruits for you,
I will miss them,
The bays keeping a small pentagram star on the top
The ultimate protection symbol …
The only way to replace them is a warm embrace for you!
And if you could make me have my red seeds …
Be sure that you have in you the power of Adonis,
Loving desperate more a woman than he loved Venus.
I will be with you even when there is Lachrymose.
Is it sorrow, distress or weakness …
Or unfulfilled desires?
I will keep you straight and strong in your aim of life!
11/06/01 - Lydia
How is it possible you pull me away from the place where I belong?
Only to decorate your heaven on earth?
Only to admire my bony frail body against the light?
Only to catch the emotion of the never ending movement of my leafs?
Or maybe to be your friend to whom you can confide your secrets?
It seems attractive to be your friend,
To share your soul anxiety …
Because my trunk was made to be strong,
To keep a man relying on me …
To give a little bit of quietness in your spirit …
I’m the mountain ash protecting you for enchantment.
In Sanskrit I’ m “Runa” what is the same like magician!
So let me be your magician …
Let me protect you from each threat to loose your serenity,
To prevent you from each escape from your aim!
But please open sometimes the window of your heart
And let blow the fresh air in my leafs,
Like a wind is blowing so softly in the woman’s’ hair …
Only the gentle touch on my skin makes me strong enough
To hold on, to love, to share, to live the life of my destination.
Give me some fresh water to swallow the female current flood
To survive in your pitch-dark place …
I offer my fire red fruits for you,
I will miss them,
The bays keeping a small pentagram star on the top
The ultimate protection symbol …
The only way to replace them is a warm embrace for you!
And if you could make me have my red seeds …
Be sure that you have in you the power of Adonis,
Loving desperate more a woman than he loved Venus.
I will be with you even when there is Lachrymose.
Is it sorrow, distress or weakness …
Or unfulfilled desires?
I will keep you straight and strong in your aim of life!
11/06/01 - Lydia