Valle de Los Espejos

The sky is very blue, the air is very clear
seagulls dancing, the sand is hot
the sun silently watches us,
the earth slowly turns
to later give way
to the star and the dark night

Forests and swamps up in the hills
pure transparencies, ice knives
it's the other side of things,
the ones that terrify and scare
and silently eat and kill,
life feeds itself

And I come to tell you
that I can't give you
any answer
because already in the air
I feel that in this
one must continue alone
through flat deserts
and bottomless abysses

And so the questions follow others,
creeds and gospels find their course
but before the naked stone
the eyes remain motionless
and it's another silence that I hear,
without time, nor any name.