If to my father
his father is unknown
his name, unknown

I’m daughter from
an unrooted family

Now my tree is rooting
in my chosen name

Zatarra Rafaël

Image as illustration by the poem:

Tear of the Sun

Life is singing,
while bathing in water, slowly evaporating

Life is rich,
in the fullness of the warm Sun

The Sun is crying,
so that the withered landscape
can become, green again

The Sun is crying,
for an exuberant harvest
in fall