Between the four valleys of minerals and salt,
There lies a hidden valley made of pearls and silk,
The natives call it ‘Vox Nihil’, the unknown land,
Where swine are sacrificed and the blind are cured,
And the rich are made poor and the hands are cleaned,
A naked zone where all beings meet,
Where time stands still and its silence spreads,
The unbearable spot for the wicked and dead,
A natural place from which gladness approves,
Where misers bleed and paupers grow strong,
And the mark is made by the once deaf and dumb.