Chapter 50 about tradition
about tradition
Ibex standing on a cliff
Arch bridge since the day it was built
already old
In the age of porcupines
Who can see the horizon
Day and night, wind chime
like a tattooed man
gloomy, unable to hear the language of the ancestors
The long night silently enters the stone
The wish to move the stone is
Mountains, undulating in history textbooks