Red merits joy, love and festivity,
merits wine, a kiss, adornment,
blood flowing in a vein, irrigating life with blossoming
warmth of a tiny living flame…
At every year’s end, before every beginning, love is born;
clad yourself in it to adorn yourself
and give whatever you have, reveal yourself,
fertilizing everything, evergreen and deciduous.
Time all around imperishable, motionless, ancient;
in our own hands it becomes new once more.
