The end, here and now (poem)
Sighed the mountains at nightfall,
Whispered the hills when the day wakes up,
The end, here and now
and a secret of powder;
before the day of knowledge,
in the stillness of time,
behind the rain of the horizon,
in the waiting,
in the threaded skies;
but moons never appear in streams,
after the rains (of death).
Looking at the pebbles of time,
only shadows on the walls,
only traces of ink in the cosmos.
The seasons passed and the rocks do not need
to feel the harmony of the simas,
because the waves of snow remain,
while the worlds disappear.
Before the day of knowledge,
In the stillness of the s