In the woods there are, I don’t know, maybe a thousand trees.
And the wind in the leaves, blowing back and forth,
seems to whisper, once upon a time …
… there were some animals … speaking animalese:
there was a soft-hearted crocodile
and a snail-meter;
There was also a squirrel and a cricket
and a beaver that could be a doctor if he were human
and a crow pretending to be a singer
and a dwarf in a bad mood
and also Teixeira the badger,
the great bear and her cub
a little mouse that was a micro-scooter champion
and a very coquettish caterpillar.
Animals in the woods are just like us,
they are more or less like us;
they say as we say “Hello, how are you?”
they don’t look like it, but they have a lifetime, they have a heart
they feel homesick, they have memory, they are characters
of a story resembling life itself.
And the wind in the leaves, blowing back and forth,
seems to whisper, once upon a time …
… there were some animals … speaking animalese:
there was a soft-hearted crocodile
and a snail-meter;
There was also a squirrel and a cricket
and a beaver that could be a doctor if he were human
and a crow pretending to be a singer
and a dwarf in a bad mood
and also Teixeira the badger,
the great bear and her cub
a little mouse that was a micro-scooter champion
and a very coquettish caterpillar.
Animals in the woods are just like us,
they are more or less like us;
they say as we say “Hello, how are you?”
they don’t look like it, but they have a lifetime, they have a heart
they feel homesick, they have memory, they are characters
of a story resembling life itself.