As I am the condor above you
The sand beneath your feet
Souls of the desert reign true
In the blandness of retreat
The nightfall is gathering, set to take its course
The riding inevitability, in a way without remorse
Mija, this is not so pressing—
& it cannot be the end—
Where fires within are burning
I know that you will rise again
Alguien que lo dicen, este es final
Pero, el amistad que tenemos es totalidad
There is an expression I remember
Against the hotness of the sun
Affixed against the glimmering ocean;
Our best days are yet to come.
