I choose slow-moving life this time
the tree's serene ageing
that I have before me that sustains me now
the infinite road towards the sea
that I saw for the first time
those gigantic mountains collapsed
into a changed type of immensity
and my slow submersion
in a very old chorus of waters
tears that mix with salt
to become prayers that awaken memories
caresses of the goddess petrified
inside my first dream

I choose slow-moving life this time
not to know the trees always grow green again
to dream inside this very dream
to pray in eight syllable lines that hold locked inside them
the world's final meaning
to cure all wounds forever
to forget mother to forget father
yet not be an orphan
to feel myself daughter mother sister fairy witch
beyond life
beyond death

which is neither fern nor blackberry
but darkness and cave
circle and sphere
again and always
radiance sparkle light