El espíritu del bosque sobrevuela
The spirit of the forest flies over
The spirit of the forest flies over
The spirit of the forest
As if the angel of the Lord were crossing,
the land of Santiago is beautified
and under the shelter of the
calm night the dawn is born in the chest
of the Finnish flower.
Whoever has learned to listen to trees no
longer wishes to be a tree. You do not
want to be more than what you are.
Hermann Hesse
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