The woods are this quiet organism that does not seem to react to the life that runs through its veins, just like the blood of a newborn. The trees: each one stays in its own quadrant of the huge terrestrial grid. We do not know if they admire the swift water that joins their roots in the hidden space they share, or if maybe they are indifferent to the water, that is always and never the same, that changes and is one with the eternity of nature. Water flows simple, white, and its inherent happiness surrounds the toes of the trees and, with that embrace, they turn green, brown, ochre, orange, and yellow, never the same.

Water flows simple and white, and turn trees green, brown, ochre, never the same.
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  • TitleDE HAYEDO
  • CountryNew Zealand
  • Year January 2016