(from the albumĀ taxidoscopio)
Chapada Dos Veadeiros, Goias, Central West Brazil, September 2005
They say that this region is a place of energy. Strangely shaped hills rise abruptly above the forests of the savannah. The ground is made of crystals and every stone you lift is transparent and glitters. We follow the footpath to Vale da Lua, the Valley of the Moon, with the sculpted black rocks and the waterfalls. Night falls and the calls of the birds resonate and produce a sound that resembles Tibetan singing balls.
The moon wanes inverted
on the Plateau of the Deerhunters
Night birds are singing the continuum
I tread on the footsteps of the guides
In Vale da Lua
The path is slippery among the rocks
and below us tons of water
Two waterfalls have encircled me
and blue parrots fly everywhere
In Vale da Lua
The moon wanes inverted
on the Plateau of the Deerhunters
They give as blue petals to eat
to be initiated in the life of flowers
To be baptized in the waters of the waterfall
to resonate to the song of the birds
To be dried by the air of the savannah
to sleep inside the light of the stars
In Vale da Lua
Translated in English by Alexandra Alexandri