There is no prophecy, only memory
What happens tomorrow
Happened a thousand years ago
The same way, to the same end
And my ancient memory
Says that your false memory
Is the history of a light-hearted bird
Transformed into a crow on a marble mountain.
The same woman will be there
The short path to reincarnation
A cage of black hair
Her generous and bitter heart
Like an amphora stuffed with serpents.

There is no prophecy, things will occur
As they have in the past
Death will find you in the same bed
Alone
Without worries, without shade
Like the trees damp from the night.

There is no destiny, only the laws of biology:
Trout splash in the water
And pine trees breathe in the mountains.