this is the church of my nouns and verbs,
the temple of my similes and metaphors.
I have prayed here for so long
that I am now an old man,
growing older rather slowly and giving thanks.
Church of my flesh, altar of my spirit.
After three hard seasons of a lifetime
I give praise and thanks.
Mi vida es mía, como mi corazón.
And now the fourth season is under way,
here, where my heart beats.
here, where my body dwells.