Mountain – river
O exiles of the mountain of anonymity!
O jewels of your names sleeping on the beach of silence!
Your memory has been obliterated
Bright, blue memories
In the contaminated mind of the river of forgetfulness
Where are your bright thoughts?
Which looter stole them from you?
The pure golden statue of your vision
In this gloomy storm
Where is your silver boat of rest and your lunar decoration?
After, from fatal purgatory,
If the river peacefully rests
If the cloud clears its heart of frustration
If a daughter of the moonlight shows affection
And if they smile at us
And if the mountain becomes soft and grows green
Becomes fruitful
Will one of your names on the peaks
Be the sun?
The dawn of your memories
Bright, blue memories
In the eye of the fish tired of the water and
Fearful of the murky rain
Will hope appear?
O exiles of the mountain of anonymity!
2001
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