As you see me climbing this mountain,
Slightly bent, with my head turned towards you, always
Smiling,
You think that time changed me into a perpetual traveler.
What is she looking for, you ask yourself,
What does she want, you ask yourself,
And I am telling you
That nothing earthly I am looking for,
I feel that I do not want anything ephemeral,
Even if I want
Your ephemeral endearment,
It is the only ephemeral thing I desire
Among so many eternal things.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem