Soon I'll be leaving for jungles of smoke and concrete,
I will walk the streets of hostile cities,
my name will sound like another name,
my face will look like another face.

So here this afternoon,
so l want to stay
watching from above my flock of blue volcanoes
letting the landscape grow inside me,
let the lake settle in my lungs,
may the clouds expand in my blood,
that volcanoes are born in my eyes,
that this vision of myth and epic
feed the inland rivers
with whom I will hold
when the distance opens its deep land.