When the others abandon
the two of us in the wilderness
and a grave materializes, pursuing us
like a snake, and we flee far into the distance
only to find that grave advancing from the horizon
When we are wounded, trapped
between two graves, we will cry,
cursing our luck ...
then ...
then ...
do not say goodbye
It is I, my friend,
who will cry out:
Earth,
do you see this?
We are approaching our end ...
when will you approach yours?
There
in that distant land, she embraced
two questions, and she died.
Who, by the way, was she? Who, by the way, were you?