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.