“My” island is rough and empty
strong Winds, strong Waters, strong Light,
Lizards, and Crows, and Colours.
I come here to meet Rough Power
the Sun, the Space, the Rocks and the Waves,
the not tamed, the not polished, the not decorated, the not comfortable,
the hard touch of sharp Rocks,
the Wind, and the Desert.
Here there is still Room to Be.