– Yes. Something corporeal – the young man said to himself.
– The trees were close by. I touched or almost touched its dry texture. Rugged. The branches moved over me.
Saying this he left the woods. A sparse forest. Near Brasília.
The young man is a ranger or a vagabond. Or above all someone that – initially – wished to protest against an injustice going on under a merciless sun.
English translation by Raymont L. Bianchi