I begin my story discretely, on the ground.
Inside a sack, covered, that’s part of my essence.
If the days and nights favor me, my presence transforms;
I´ll carry in my back an arsenal of fine sharp fibers;
It will be my indiscreet weapon for those who want to touch me.
Giant steps resound on the earth I walk by;
Each movement is an adventure,
I climb the trees, live off of them.
My pilgrimage is vast, wide and nitid;
I roam the earth and there´s no bigger pleasure
Than the smell of the rain when I´m protected.