By sure, people never at least fancy the way we live.
Here we remain by so long, hidden and anonymous,
sheltered by these mountains and this incredible sky,
living side by side and right enough one to the other.
I am afraid someone would feel on the air some trace
denouncing somewhere lasts a bit of the Lost Paradise.
May fate be able to keep our country veiled forever,
for the welfare of all of them.
Foreigner’s eyes and hearts do not work like ours.
If they arrive, never would learn to walk our ways
and we will regret to see them stumble and stumble.
Published in Amomancies, print and online issue April 21, 2015.