Such a long, long way we have to go, even farther from stone masks standing erect, in utter silence, and we'll go wrapped in their pride, in their distance to peace.

What brought us to the island?
It won't be the smile of flowering
men,
or the crackling waist of lovely ?
Or the boys on horseback,
with their rude eyes,
that we'll take home with us:
just an oceanic emptiness,
a poor question with thousand
answer:
No more killings.