S P A C E

4

Beloved, it's really far to reach until I get caught,
how quiet the steps before you get!
Follow the roar of the train through the rainforest alone.
No dawn blossomed on Taltal, spring was also reluctant.
But, my beloved, you and me, us are the same
together from clothing to uratakar and bones:
bloom in autumn, on our water flow, on our waist
until there is only you and me - we alone.
Imagine the rush of current in the rocks that are carried away
also drifted far to the mouth of the mouth of the Boroa river;
contemplate we are separated by train and national boundaries,
there is no other way you and I should love each other:
with all complaining, as men and women,
the earth that nurtures bushes to flower.