Old man lying on the reddish earth
of the extinct volcano
suffocating by its fury .
tropical night disturbed by the chant
of invisible creatures that carry
the soul of the ancestors...
In communion with the divine multitudes ,
I try to make sens of the enigma ...
This unattainable which is ours ,
rekindles the pain ...
forever gripped by this nostalgia...
Does the void have any coherence ?
Let\'s find the answer in the silence ?
the cosmos is a terrifying blank page
where we desesperately search
for the light of our shadow...
We hope to find meaning in the dust of time .
but can it question its own origins
without misleading us ?
The stars do not shine to guide us spiritually.
We look at them and they don\'t see us ...
They are preparing for a death so far off
that no generation will mourn it...
Nameless traveler ,your inspired compass
now points only to the north of an imaginary space...
Amid the ruins of an universe
that is constantly collapsing ,
the old child ,always in awe ,fall asleep,
lying on the ochre earth of the dormant volcano
that has come to understand
the futility of its rage ...
A distant star watches over the blind giants
who know the secret script of destiny...
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. Te atua mate ai tatou
e ora mau tatau.
Te vai te matau
Te henua te kahu .
Te hetu\'u to ma\'atau vaka...
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the gods kill us
we\'re still alive .
The sea is our mother .
The earth is our cradle .
The stars our canoe ...
( Rapa nui / June 2013 )