...
and there I arrive at the crossroads of the winds,
where
the mountain meets the ocean,
and
the sun the horizon.
The
road is not lengthy after all,
neither unknown.
I
do not think in reoccurrence,
because
I was not even called up to departure;
but if that occurs,
I want to be termed up by name,
not
the same as before,
but call me experienced,
and
let experience itself name my venture,
and like so,
firm and absolute,
may
I know how to breach in the fields of the unknown,
and
peregrinate steps never before explored,
and foresee everything that life has prepared me.
Resound
the drums,
rhythming my paces,
be
silent the exhaustion,
let go my legs,
not
saying no to everything that is,
but
yes,
to dream with things that never were,
smile,
and say:
- Why not ?