The Ardent Hymn that Unites Peoples.
Do tears not yet spilled wait in small lakes?
Why do trees conceal the splendor of their roots?
And that's why i have to go back to so many places there to find myself and constantly examine myself with no witness but the moon and then whistle with joy, ambling over rocks and clods of earth, with no task but to live, with no family but the road.
Why wasn't Christopher Columbus able to discover Spain?
Fue adondo a mi me perdieron quw logre por fin encontrarme? Was it where they lost me that I finally found myself?