The Journey
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A hand full of water, as viaticum,
I started my journey for your unknown destination
On my way
At El Mirador I met with Itzamna
He told me:
A luminous braided hair hanging
From celestial world, in the East.
Afterwards
That was the arrival of Jesus Christ.
From then till the day
I've been continuing my travel
Throughout the universe
In my tiny hand
That water, hand full of
Growing heavier than that of a mountain
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