Uphill through the shadowy trails,
jumping the water that passes beneath,
listening the sound of the footsteps
[diluted in the strength of the forest which covers the little being who seeks to breathe the air]

Smelling surround,
sighting the blue sky,
crossing the mountain,
walking on air…

And suddenly out of the woods, going down and getting Extrema made of extreme slopes which deceive, confuse, make her lose the entrance back to the trail.

She is alone.

They were all gone.

Lost in the woods!

Finally she risks and enters in the dark paths that don’t indicate the exit.
Lost, she begins to pray.
The water ends.
There’s nothing more to eat.
She feels a bitter taste in her mouth.
In a comes and goes – how many doubts she has!
She focuses, thinks, prays again.

Then, she finds the cracks and sights the blue sky!
Crossing the mountain, walking on air!
In a deep breath, she finds a river water passing beneath.

She smiles and moves on.


About Ana Villas Boas

I’m an urban sociologist and runner based in São Paulo, Brasil, focused on studies about body movement, landscapes, sounds, silence and senses. My current work has been on cultural heritage and preservation studies and I’m also yoga teacher, certified by Kundalini Research Institute.
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