My race began as the sea began,
with no nouns, and with no horizon,
with pebbles under my tongue,
with a different fix on the stars.
(...) I began with no memory,
I began with no future,
but I looked for that moment
when the mind was halved by a horizon. (...)
but this stick
to trace our names on the sand
which the sea erased again, to our indifference.