Through jungles and deserts
When the sun was a stain of blood, a screamed tribal song.
The shamanic trails
are from where we first
There was a time when we were still animals.
Then something happened and we weren’t anymore.
started dreaming.
Through
remote places
that never
had
Following a quiet voice.
A whisper from another life.
The animal that stirs within.
The child who still wants to run barefoot.
a name.
A journey not
meant
to be understood.
And
it is when
you get lost
A map that slowly disappears.
that
A map that slowly disappears.
you
finally hear
the echoes of the shaman
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Colombian
Adventures
on foot