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I call out —
Bring the light to my eyes.

In a gulp of fire I shrink,
To an ash unfathomed!

I am here.
Look at my lucid existence,

Merging feet in mud,
Shrinking as I grow up,

To love  you.
Sweat melts my head.

I call out —
To you.

(repeated before lighting El Sol.)

© Victoria Valcheva
Made possible by the generous help of my grandad, Ivan.