Collaboration to come.
Then the snow was thick, the path vanished.
the horse was tired and hungry ;
we could no longer find
sure footing anywhere. I told myself
I have been lost before, I have been cold before.
The night has come to me
exactly this way, as a premonition —
And I thought: if I am asked
to return here, I would like to come back
as a human being and my horse
to remain himself. Otherwise
I would not know how to begin again.