Landscapes Analysis

Behind faces and gesturesWe remain muteAnd spoken words heavyWith what we ignore or keep silentBetray usI dare not speak for mankindI know so little of myselfBut the LandscapeI see as a reflectionIs also a lie stealing intoMy wordsI speak without remorseOf this image of myselfAnd mankindmy unequaled tormentI speak of Desert without reposeCarved by relentless windsTorn up from its bowelsBlinded by sandsUnsheltered solitaryYellow as deathWrinkled like parchmentFace turned to the sun.I speakOf men's passingSo rare in this arid landThat it is cherished like a refrainUntil the returnOf the jealous windAnd of the bird, so rare,Whose fleeting shadowSoothes the wounds made by the sunAnd of the tree and the waterNamed OasisFor a woman's loveI speak of the voracious SeaReclaiming shells from beachesWaves from childrenThe faceless SeaIts hundreds of drowned facesWrapped in seaweedSlippery and greenLike creatures of the deepThe reckless Sea, unfinished story,Removed from anquishFull of death talesI speak of open valleysFertile at men's feetOvergrown with flowersOf captive summitsOf mountains, of clear skiesDevoured by untamed evergreensAnd of trees that knowThe welcome of lakesBlack earthErrant pathwaysEchoes of the facesHaunting our days.

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