[ on the trail ]
my feet start thinking
my mind starts walking
the world starts shrinking
i find a new voice
the voice of the winds
the voice of the river
the birds, the branches,
the leaves in the wind,
rocks,
crunching under my feet.
each voice, unique,
each story, complete
the voices listen,
they teach,
they guide,
in directions of their own,
powerful directions,
directions well-known.
the beating of a heart,
echoing that of my own.
when i’m alone with you,
a new language starts to form,
ideas, passions, a song,
starts to feel like my own
i’ve tuned you out before,
but never again,
the trail is best shared,
with you as my friend.
28.03.2026
Laguna Torre, El Chalten, Argentina
🌬️🎶
somewhere, smiling :) 
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