Vagabondage in the field (Jónsi)

It is morning, the light is bright. The air is steamed. My hands on my face hide the sun and like branches of a tree, they only reveal the beauty of the day.

My head rolls over to the back of my neck, my arms strench to the sky and the bird fly away from my hair.

I bend to reach the smallest tears of God. The wind catches my breath and the cold embraces my innerself.

Stones type against wood and squirrels snapp their tails to echo the boom boom of the heart.

My legs shake in rythm and the upper part of my body start moving from side to side until I collapse again in the field.

I am not here anymore, I am not hunting for papers, for money. There is no pursue in my life and words just pop out of my mouth.

Nothing counts except your breath on my back that makes the fog in my head vanish for good. And let appear the sun.

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