Testament in the Jungle Until the shipwreck of the broken lamp brings the will of the water, let the touch that was vanquished by other metals reach the calm of the water my eyes could not touch. And before you leave by way of the closing window, hang my dead wings in the desolate walls of the wind; and to the echo my steps left behind, tell the mystery of the dawn, and speak to them of peace. And those others, tell them that I am not here, that I left on a trip.    Castellano Français      No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system or transmitted, in any form or by any means, without the prior written permission of the publisher or, in case of photocopyng or other reprographic copying, a licence from Canadian Reprography Collective (Cancopy), 1 Yonge Street, Suite 1900 Toronto, ON M5E 1E5 Canadá. Ph 800-893-5777 / (416)868-1620 /Fax:(416) 868-1621. -- U.S. requests should be sent to Copyright Clearance Center, Inc. 222 Rosewood Drive Danvers, MA 01923 USA. Ph. 978-750-8400 / Fax 978-750-4470