Life has strange sense
Sometimes you break
Like a branch of a tree
Sometimes you fly
Like a bird in the sky
And sometimes you collapse into yourself
Like a hill built along rivers
Maybe we will grow green again
From abrasive woods in the forest
From pieces of rock in the mountains
and then
I impregnated the world with my eyes
With madness
With immortality
It was with the wind of my hair
That the forest passed through the winds
I reached the city
Wilder
With dreams full of bread and salt
With faces full of light and darkness
With hands full of hope and salvation
I loved the mountains
My voice echoes in the heart of the mountains
My fatigues
were leaned on the mountains
When I reached the cities
I forgot that the wind of that mountain
hanged my beloved tent on the plane trees
I forgot
The sun shines on old vents
And rivulet
has exposed the roots of tall poplars
