I want to learn from the wind how to breathe . . .
dalla pioggia a cadere,
from the rain how to fall . . .
dalla corrente a portare le cose dove non vogliono andare
from the currents how to carry the things where they don't want to go . . .
e avere la pazienza della onde di andare e venire,
ricominciare a fluire . . .
and to have the patience of the waves that come and go,
to begin to flow again. . .
I found these lovely tree*spirits in Fiesole. Doesn't it look like they are dancing with each other? They ARE. :)