many people hide

the majority runs away

they seek shelter

looking for protection

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when everything retracts

they begin their secret dance

leaves, to the sound of the wind singing

branches, always gently swinging

trunks that give themselves to the moist sap

roots searching for food in this sacred gap

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the impact of the raindrops never ceases!

even falling with the strength of Cesar

nothing hurts or aches

: every brusque touch becomes

just a good excuse

to create a new gesture

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