– one after another.
I start to discover new aspects of
living in a big town. I take them as my own,
enjoy them and try to turn into something
close, something what I know since I was a girl
and what I consider it is good.
Our walks in the silent seriousness and even more silent joy.
I will listen for the sound of your voice
Hear the wind in the trees
It goes where it please
Like the breath in me
And all who have breath can sing. /J. G./
I have no doubt I belong to the forest:
to the tall walls of pines,
the soft moss under my feet and
all green needles around.