Racing down the tracks, taking everyone in a fantastic
rhythm all the way, moving into music, going straight
for landscapes that are being brought up through poet-
ical imagery.
Being set free in this desert atmosphere, smiling and
letting it grasp this being now, boarding that train,
heading out into the mountainous desert once more, re-
turning home to go to sleep.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem