The forests of thoughts
Unhappy paths, strange light,
wild beasts.
But also
friendly trees,
gardens of desires,
beautiful meetings.
Through the forests of thought,
foggy nights, bloody stones,
wells of dread,
but also
festivals of showers, humid valleys,
dancing trees.
Through the forests of thought
the snake watches over
and among the brambles and the cliff
the friend guides me.
Autor(es): Maria del Mar Bonet, Javier Mas
