up to the santuario
me walking
back to the santuario
me talking
to myself

a cork oak weathered
me asking
a wooden hut weathered
me casting
a shadow

a discussion with god
me doubting
a glimpse of god
me shouting
to myself

goats on the pastures
me observing
the wind undulates the pastures
me preserving
the picture

the flowers blossoming
me picking
of fields blossoming
me sticking
to that path