(From the poetry collection:

Wanderings Through the Landscape)

A deer runs from the Barents Sea

to the easternmost point of Novaya Zemlya.

The image is a collection of frames

where the animal raises its hooves,

places them on the ground,

leaps,

steps on the earth.

It has salt on its snout

a crust of salt

and fur that prevents it from feeling the cold.

The water is so thick

that it's hard to swallow.

There is landscape behind the image,

native trees,

mother-of-pearl on the ground,

fishermen's nets

amidst the breaths of Norse gods.

The scene unfolds slowly, giving time

to imagine the same animal

running from Lake Argentino

to Puerto Aysén,

crossing amancay´s fields,

ancient larches,

flowering firebushes,

nalcas to scratch itself.

The same deer standing still

before a hanging glacier

waiting for the rain to pass.

Nature near the poles

caresses the back of the solitary deer

and shelters wild souls.