In my jungle, the leaves never quarrel, they only whisper gentle words in my ears.
The sun lives deep in the forest, and it has promised that if any fruit falls, the earth will catch it firmly.
The guardian urged me to run, jump and hug, but avoided all questions.
The forest delivered the password of the annual rings, the sigh of the wind, and the soul-shaking resonance of the universe to my ears only.
1988
