I got up early,
got in the way,
crossed steppes and mountains,
crossed the river and the sea;
got alone and unarmed
with a multitude of enemies.

I am gathering forces,
continue the difficult journey.
The sun is spying me at the zenith
under the weight of not a thing;
the wind confuses me
with breathless hugs.

I am consoled by a horizon
with steppes and mountains,
rivers and seas,
with new enemies;
I get in the way,
new crossings are waiting for me.

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