was walking through distant ages
When I arrived in a continent
Which perhaps had not existed
Save to a distorted gaze
I was walking in a continent
So far in the past
That alienated eyes
Could see it no more
And that the mercantilists had
Utterly caricatured
I walked in a continent
Where every house
Communicated with the cliffs
The trees
And the sacred streams
I walked in a remote continent
Whose people banished the third part of things
And their looks saw nothing
But the words of love
The words of solidarity
The people of this continent
Lived only for poetic dreams
Only for calm looks
For looks filled with light
I was walking in a continent
Where the women were queens
Where people could still conjugate their verbs
Breathe
Inspire
Love one another
And live
Without imperfection
Without future
And without words found
Only in truncated dictionaries
I was walking in a continent
Where everyone offered their riches
Their ears
Their looks
Their smiles
I was walking in a continent
Whose people were not
Slaves of money
They absorbed the beauties of nature
In the temples of their dreams
Washed free of all lying dust