That tree
rose upward in a simple way
towards the cloudless sky,
and everything around it
seemed to be listening
the gentle rustling of the air
that swayed its thick leaves
of different greens.
...
Behind the windows
the trees sway calmly,
like seaweeds
under a sleeping sea,
and the greenness
there of going to and fro
calms me down
and gives me hope.
Their large leaves
fan the air
and their...
May I speak with life, please ?
I need to talk to her out of pure necessity,
to tell her to wait for me
if I arrive late,
she isn ´t to go ahead and leave me behind,
that everybody is looking for...
Marco and Matilde, two children nine years old, chat happily on a bench. They talk as if they have important secrets to reveal; but the words they whisper are...
