With a new sickle, we begin to reap the ripened wheat, and with it, the weeds. Young lips opening up after the darkness, if you knew how long it took before dawn, how long it is to wait for a rise of light in the gloom. But we have lived to save the words for you, to return to you the name of everything, to lead you along the straight path to achieve full command of the land. Cisternes seques esdevenen cims, pujats per esglaons de lentes hores. We gazed far along the desert, we descended to the depth of our dream.
Dry containers become mountains, raised by stairs of slow hours.
Nosaltres escoltem les veus del vent per l'alta mar d'espigues.