Childhood Forest (Bosco Infantile)

Miramar, Argentina (near the Artist’s Home)

These are the Woods where I spent my childhood.
The very first time of everything for me.
When I think of Home, it is those Woods.

A Tree lives inside my Body
Its Roots come down my Feet
Its Trunk is my Trunk
My Heart pumps its sieve
The Branches move into my Arms
And, on the top a Dove sets its nest through my Hair

It is a Pine
It gave me the Strength, and I gave it the Movement
We are both lucky, my Tree and I