'But there is nothing like the wind
in the rugged mountains, the irrigation
water in the cold canals,
the motionless space, the light
filling to the brim the wineglass of the world,
and the green scent of the earth.
for that reason i have to go back
to so many places in the future
to find myself
and examine myself without rest,
with the moon my only witness
and then to whistle with happiness
stepping on stones and lumps of earth
with nothing to do other than exist,
with no family but the road.'
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