It's late

I'm searching for my other home and I'm taking a path I don't know：

A little path that runs alongside the factories and the city intersecting through the forest

I'm just starting to get a glimpse of nature when all of a sudden night falls

I'm immersed in a world of silence though I'm not scared

I fall asleep a few minutes at most and when I wake up

The sun is there and the forest shines a radiant light

I know this forest

It's not an ordinary forest it's a forest of memories

My memories

This white and resonant river my adolescence

These big trees the men I've loved

These birds that fly in the distance my lost father

My memories are no longer memories

They're here alive close to me they dance and embrace me sing and smile at me

I look at my hands

I caress my face and I'm 20 years old

And I love like I've never loved before