I have become earth to be your home. You sprang up, biting me with baby teeth, and fed on water and sun. When you grew up, I took hold of your roots so tight that you could never leave me. Neither rain nor wind will move you, you will bend only to kiss my burnt soles and rise again, stronger. And we shall be together field, air, sap, we shall be lofty heights of raw green. We will fructify and become a warm meal for the hungry mouths of mankind. Whole fields.
(Translated by Lenuța Bejenaru / University of Bucharest, Faculty of Foreign Languages and Literatures, MTTLC, year II / Corrected by Silvia Petrescu, coordinator of the translations)
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