Saeta

Saeta.
The very term, with its double meaning, has a thrill to it.
The thrill of flight.
Its words you translated from your language to mine.
I could hear the music,
See your Christ in the lines,
Feel the passion,
The devotion and the agony.

The Christ of your language is alive - even in death
Warm.
"Ours" feels cold, cerebral, rigid.
No true passion,
Only cold sweat.