I built the house... (Dream) I made it first of air. Then I raised the flag in the air and I left it hanging from the firmament, from the stars, from the lightness and the darkness.

Yes, I'm guilty
of all I failed to do,
of what I didn't sow,
cut, 
measure,
of not having incited people
to populate lands,
of having remained in the desert,
my voice talking to the sand.