The wind may listen to
my words, praising its breeze, by the
seashore. The fire may understand my passion, in the snow capped mountains.
And the earth may discover how I feel, when I walk on her, or the sea, may wrap me
up and allow me to dilute, to become only one and to discover its
secrets.
And Nature may
listen to me or in justice,
I will listen to my heart and then, the blood will be
the river.
I will sustain on
this, as if it was the power of life but it is not fire,
although it may seem like it.
And the lungs will fill with wind and the bones will be columns. And the teeth
as metals and the eyes as the doors of the soul, infinite oceans, that hide
and keep but they know, because they have found out with its presence, what's
beyond it
all.
The whole Nature takes me, carries, leads
me, points to me, forces me, directs me,
imprisons me
and frees me from everything. At the same time,
in an instant, life and death
unite, all and nothing. Nature is big and small, at the same
time, like in a grain of sand in front of a mountain.
A
sparkle of light, an
ardent volcano, the sun at noontime, the placid sea, an agitated sea,
charming waves, that hit the rock and together, with the light pour out
foam of diamonds, a desert earth, hot and cold, unstable in its climate but
deep, companion of everything. Mother and father of sweet fruits and living
beings, species of the forests and species of the air.
Nature has so many
faces, she gives so much every day!
And the force
of life is the magic of the elements, is the chain that sustains
life and at the same time is the reason of death. Nature is my
living sister, my growing seed, is the past of my origin, the
clarity of the present and the infinite tomorrow, that does not end
in
the horizon but becomes gigantic. Look at the skies, the bird that
sings, the flower that is reborn and faints, the spirit of joy, the
warm spring, passionate and sensual, the sea and wind that undulate,
the attractive flower of different colors, the dew and strong flint,
the good food to take, the skin of my skin, voice and breath of
life. Nature has made me prisoner of her presence, reason of her
tenderness and cruelty of her mystery, of her profound revelation
since I have happiness with her and extinction without her.
