tardes de verão
quando não há oxigénio suficiente para sair de casa... ouço o
chris garneau
song in the desert (to DEE)
in the dark waiting
the messenger and the word
holding
hands with brother
and sister
and the night switch and the end
the watershed, the dam and the flood
the crops, the sowing and the reaping
the bear and the hawk, the skin and the blood
and the land
not ours
the sky
not ours
the word and the voice and the whisper and the song
the desert
in my hands
holding and weaving
my brothers
and my sisters