At Palm Sunday

In Ardeal, is the tradition of going to the cemetery to each occasion. One week before Easter, we carry candles and pettites branches of willow. When we arrive at Dancu Mic, the village of our grandparents, the cemetery is empty. after divine service – two chicks peck crumbs In Moia, the cuckoo sings. In a tree close to us, a peckering branch vibrates. at daybreak – the doctor of the trees on the mission We go towards the tombs of the grandparents. In the grass, primulas and violets. moment of mystery – through dilapidated crosses numerous of violets Let us light the candles, pose the stick of willow on the tombs and leave content.