my dear little heart walked through the grass and the dessert among tigers of flames and blue mist as if the fire was embracing the moon pulled by the red dispersing clarity of my nose, when the clouds arrived the fire extinguished, the hair became mist and my little heart laughed, it is so small, so very small like a moth trapped inside a seed lamenting with the sun, and walked the river and the mountain soon to disappear, soon to condense the elements and the stones, who were laughing for the last time, and my heart grew even smaller, even fainter, until it stopped laughing and beating, here and there with me as my eyes, clear as the droplets that stained my hat, became silent. fear left with a table full of promises with gifts of fame and gold, my simple soul became dim and dimmer and as dimmer as a floating feather came the weak serpent with a frog inside her belly the frog spat on my face and all the crosses and thorns ripped out of my skin, and all the prayers became fog and smoke, and my tongue received a gift poisoning my belly, and then I saw the three stars from the blind gods; everything became still.