It's late, I'm trying to go home
And I take a path that I don't know
A small path that runs alongside the factories
And the city cutting through the forest ªt
I am just beginning to glimpse nature
When suddenly night falls
I am plunged into darkness and silence
Yet, I'm not afraid, I fall asleep
A few minutes at most
And when I wake up, the sun is there
And the forest shines with a dazzling light
I recognize this forest, it is not an ordinary forest
It is a forest of memories, my memories
This white and sonorous river, my adolescence
These big trees, the men I loved
This bird that flies, in the distance , my father disappeared
My memories are no longer memories
They are there, alive close to me
They dance and hug me, sing and smile at me
I look at my hands, I caress my face
I am 20 years old, and I love like I have never loved

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