Again it's time to go to the mountain
to find a cave to hibernate.
I no lie: the mountain is not mother, caves
as eggs are gaps where I pick up my meat
and oblivion. Again
see in the foothills of the Massif
petrified mineral veins as nerves, perhaps
in ancient times were traveled
by chills of living creature.
Today, after millions of years, the mountain
is timeless and knows no
how our life
or how it ends.
There is, beautiful and innocent in the fog, and I come
in perfect indifference
ball and delivered me to the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing of another substance.
I came for the umpteenth time to pretend my resurrection.
stone In this world no one
happy with my awakening. I'll just
and I'll play
and if my body is still the soft part of the mountain
know that I am not yet the mountain.
José Watanabe
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