up, towards Vertosan
you smell the perfume of blooming violets
that fill the fresh air in Vertosan
soon I feel the sharp peaks
respond all around to the herdsmen’s whistles.
In the fields in bloom, wet by pure water,
a cricket sings hidden under the grass,
and a robin perches on a fir bush
giving passersby its most beautiful songs.
Poem by Jean Baptiste Cerlogne
