There was something to observe
there was life and time seems different there.
No one around, just the nature serenity sound
and the symbiosis between me and the air, everywhere.
Sources of inspiration in each tree,
like water fall from the branch.
No one to see, just me
and the freedom that let you wish to be there
To die there and reborn,
being part of that landscape.
There is poetry even in the storm
in the strong wind and in the turbulent water in the lake.
How i wish to come out from that fountain
be the beggining and the flow of the river.
To swim, to dance, to jump and mantain
the same nature, the same happiness and shiver.
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