Jurel y Luz

Tired of all who come with words, words but no language
I went to the snow-covered island.
The wild does not have words,
The unwritten pages spread themselves out in all directions!
I came across the marks of the roe-deer's hooves in the snow.
Language, but no words.

Tomas Transtromer

Overlooking Isla Santa Clara from Isla Robinson Crusoe