Before you and before me,
you stood between infinity and color,
the wind furrowed between your rocks and the river gave its breath
to your incomparable splendor.
Before us and before them,
before frontiers and wonder,
you existed with your dust,
and the immensity of your rubble-
Without marked paths,
filled with flights without conquest,
you reigned without knowing it and belonged without showing so.
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