POEM III
Cianderou
Stop, restless soul
And silently climb up high
Step by step
Leaving behind what has been
And embracing what will be
Here you will find mysterious wood, jumping beasts, nymphs and legends embedded in every rock
But above all from up here you can see the valley
And there, find the roof under which you sleep,
The garden you fill of thoughts,
Your enemy’s house.
And with the magic of this place you will discover what you do not know:
That your everyday life that oppresses you becomes as small as a speck of dust
If only you learn to keep your eyes up
Where the roes run
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