The whole road is besprinkled with lanterns,
the lamas are smiling. They banter each other;
gathered around the cold fire,
they smear it with fingers over their bodies,
licking the flames.
My distant shadows, it has been long since
I started to crawl towards you
in pieces. Somebody has to skin the fatigue,
frighten the habit.
I know I too am a free person,
but I forget.