Drink the Poetry of the Celtic Disciple

Dejected spirit once loving battles
Hope which spur stirred up your fervor
Does not want to get you astride anymore
Lie without modesty
Old horse which hoof at each obstacle bump.

Resign you my heart
Sleep of your beast’s slumber.

Defeated spirit foundered – For you old petty thief
Love has not anymore taste – Not much than dispute
So goodbye copper chants & flute whispers
Pleasures don’t tempt a dark & sullen heart anymore

Charming springtime has lost its scent

And time gulp me down time to time
Like immense snow a body taken by stiffness
I contemplate the sphere in its roundness
And I don’t search there any hut’s shelter

Avalanche would you take my away in your fall ?...