T H E   N I G H T   O F   S A N T I A G O

We crossed the border at Rio Don Guillermo, 

and left behind us the Argentinian Patagonia.

Images broke into pieces of shadow and glow, 

suddenly spreading out down the mountain road,

into the infinity grassland.

And soon, there’s sand in every kiss
And soon, the dawn is ready
And soon, the night surrenders
To a daffodil machete

– The night of Santiago, Leonard Cohen