PLETHORA

I don't know what
that land of mine,
Extremadura, has,
because as soon as
the early spring
comes
my blood heats up
until it almost burns me up,
my chest swells up,
my strength increases,
my head goes numb
and I feel
a kind a tingling
which is getting me anxious...
And then some anguish
which suffocates me squeezing hard
with urge
to unwittingly cry, making me
about to burst
but unable to burst by grief!...
It makes me want
to go into strength matters!...
I make so deep
the hatchet's cut
that this holm oak has fallen
as it were pure lard!
I don't know what I have
tickling inside me
as soon as this good
spring weather comes...
Maybe it's due to these mists
coming out of the ground,
which smell so good
and it looks like they seep,
looks like they push
from the inside out,
and they make you raise the chest,
and they make you silly leaving at ease...
Wow, how good they taste!...
Oh My God, what a strength!
If Gorio came here just now
and he would fight a round...
Oh My God, what a tumble,
I would fall him to the ground!
I like this
spring weather;
But damn! It makes me angry
not having a remedy which could
just remove the surplus of strength
from my body.