Is your journey over now? Has Karon rowed
over the sea of u200bu200bdeath's dreams, the blue?
No one loved the world like you.
Have you arrived in the Kingdom of Clocks now?
New-born and brown under maora trees,
where the shade is fresh and clean and cool,
I wish you would wake up again.
In Brazil, in an Indajal.
And come back. Because without you
the earth is so poor, small and cold
where it slides like your Aniara
- a tear of air in crystal.