‘’Hidrellez’’ is coming
A pagan tradition, I know
For the first time in my life
I’m going to be a part of it
I will draw my wish on paper
And bury under a rose tree before midafternoon
A strange excitement
A joyous flutter in my chest
Still undecided about what to draw
Can it be more than one wish?
All on one piece of paper or each separately?
Should I designate any priorities?
How deep to bury?
Will it come true when the paper dissolves?
What if a dog digs it out?
Can I write a word, maybe a few letters
Or should there be none?
Nowadays these questions occupy my mind
Pull me by the sleeve
Poke me in my dream and
Startle in the deep thickness of the night
But no question that
These wishes will come true
Once I follow the unwritten ancient rules
Lying silently in the debris
At the ocean base.