The reflection in the river has its beauty. It is a beautiful light. When it is hot, strong winds always blow. The stars gradually change position and I gradually learn palo santo’s aroma. With them there I learn the visions, I look at my hands and at dusk I rest. Feeling all the heat I am beneath the tree with a large root, above a rawhide tether. It’s a dream.

Nopeiak ta ihí tewok, ta isilataj, la hialwüj, tä chayokwe, wet katetsel yiken, hoknij hapta olhahichujuanej olhayie. Lhamel hihi ta olhahichujuanej noteweney oyajnen okwe yey. Wet honajl’a omasak wet wüj tä chayoke ohichujwi. Hal’a lokwe, ohip’e nowetes ta tsanthaj “ap ofwiley”.