I am tired of climbing. I am tired of bombshells. This is hardly a path anymore. Anymore. My heart is on my tongue. Take my suitcase leather. Take my golden watch. Take my wooden pipe. Take my fake passport. It’s all yours now. Take my ragged photos. Take my cloudy x-ray. Take my spectacles. Take my dearest letters. Contents unknown. Contents unknown. Leave before sunrise. Do not speak a word. Watch your step from now on. And follow my trace. The road is steeper. Spectacular. I gazed wondered at the sea. It is the last vineyard. It is a mirage. There below us is Portbou. Protected from the east wind. And sheltered from Tramuntana. Yet Portbou is nowhere to be found. And I vanish from your sight too. I am your new angel. I am nowhere to be found. Nowhere to be found… The doors are wide open. My eyelids are shut. I feel the hand that guides me out. Your heart was always on my tongue. Please care for me there. Please care for me there. Then lose me there. Lose me there.