I can not see the world, I do not want to feel it,
You're all over me, alive, innocent, pure,
You live in my breath,
In the air dance that gives me life,
In my trips through dreams,
In the water I drink, on the grass that sleeps under my foot.
Come, come closer, however,
Deeper into the ground of my flesh,
And stay there
As a beautiful and powerful sequoia root,
As a bloom seed, with thrilling fragrance,
As a fruit picker
Who awaits the kiss of fruit and comfort
To ripen.