i. Let's look then at the Desert of Atacama

ii. Let's look at our loneliness in the desert

So that desolate before these forms the landscape becomes
a cross extended over Chile and the loneliness of my form
then sees the redemption of the other forms: my own
Redemption in the Desert

iii. Then who would speak of the redemption of my form

iv. Who would tell of the desert's loneliness

So that my form begins to touch your form and your form
that other form like that until all of Chile is nothing but
one form with open arms: a long form crowned with thorns

v. Then the Cross will be nothing but the opening arms
of my form

vi. We will then be the Crown of Thorns in the Desert

vii. Then nailed form to form like a Cross
extended over Chile we will have seen forever
the Final Solitary Breath of the Desert of Atacama