mau tera

When an unclad hand

Draws the light

The sudden night arrives

And the tides

Will isolate

The procession of the days

 

tupapus

The stars in the darkness

Will protect your homes

As the visitors from high

Tread the isthmus to your dreams

Do not be the one

Whose radiance is dimmed

 

po

They came in sail

With written tongues

And read the language of the winds

In the calm flow

Was heard the dry breath

Of the lupus air

 

 

1982