Hvor lenge vil de andre snakke når vi allerede har snakket ? --- Hasta cuando hablan los demás si ya hemos hablado nosotros ?

Seven hearts
are the hearts that I have.
But mine is not there among them.

In the high mountains,
mother,
where I sometimes ran into the wind,
seven girls with long hands
carried me around in their mirrors.

I have sung my way through this world
with my mouth with its seven petals.
My crimson-coloured galleys
have cast off without rigging or oars.

I have lived my life in landscapes
that other men have owned...
And the secrets I wore at my throat,
unbeknownst to me, 
had come open.

In the high mountains,
mother,
where my heart rises over its echoes
in the memory book of a star,
I sometimes ran into the wind.

Seven hearts
are the hearts that I have.
But mine is not there among them.

How long will the others talk when we've already talked?