Tibet stretches before my footsteps. I can barely distinguish the form of the houses from this height. The wind is wiping my cheek. My face is all red, the tears run down on my cheeks, but I am happy. I am the tallest human, I am there where few have managed to get. I am alone, a brown spot in an ocean of white snow, untouched...

cold on the summits
and a pale light -
howling through the snow

I go up. I know I can't stop. The blizzard that started just moments ago covers my path. It's certain I won't be coming back on this road. In fact, I'm almost certain that I won't be coming back at all. But this doesn't matter. It's a too beautiful dream to give up on it now...

groups of snow-flakes
stratum after stratum nested -
white everywhere

I am finally there. I can feel the roughness of the summit rocks. Here, the snow couldn't build up. The naked rock will always face time alone. I sit down carefully in a corner. The sun rays shine emptied. I am alone. But the whole world opens up in front of me. I watch the white summits, in perfect contrast with the blue sky. I sleep...