Mulugèn Mèllèssè -Wètètié Maré
Wetetie Mare
‘My milk, my honey’. You are my milk, you are
my honey. Wait for me and I will make you my wife
Hedetch Alu
They say she has gone. Last night I went to your
house, I left my heart, and came away only with my
voice(my lungs). I wish I were the earth in your
courtyard, to thrill at least beneath your footsteps.