Green sensations (Poetry)

I travel to a place where I always wanted to be, where in the sky the water is drawn, the trees live in the river dancer, the sounds of nature, living beings make music and sounds strange to the ear of the human being.

It's only an hour of flight, I'm open-mouthed, admiring the landscape. The clouds, the sky, the mountains, the small cities and finally that thick beauty, seen from the plane as a pulsating green mist: the forest, the green place, the green breath, the universal heart.

It's warm, it smells like dirt, it's wet, we land, under the plane's speed, a few steps I see some cabins, in the patio some hammocks of colors and in the background the howls of some animals.

It gives me a little fear, but soon I calm down, Ines receives me and tells me that this is how the jungle always sounds.
I'm running to throw myself in a hammock mmmm delicious sensation!
Ines, she assigns me a cabin, she tells me the four, the one closest to the river, very comfortable, safe, beautiful and with an excellent view.

I nod and give me the keys.
Direct way to the cabin, with my black backpack, a huge desire to rest, and much curiosity to know the site.

I have fallen asleep for a few hours in this rich bed, I dress and go for a walk along the riverbank.
There is a lot of greenery everywhere, a cool breeze blows so you do not feel the intense heat.

In the distance on the river I see a group of five people, climbed in a canoe.
They are getting closer and closer, where I am.
Smiling people tell me "go up, go up, there is a lot to see" I do not know how to react, but soon I smile and jump into the canoe.
I greet everyone with a Hello and a gesture of my hand, the water looks so fresh, the sky blue intense, the sun shines brightly.

The guide asks us to be silent so as not to frighten the birds and observe them.

The silence embraces us strong, we raise our eyes to the sky and we see toucans, birds of colors, flying over our heads, smiles are drawn on our faces, they go flying to earth to look for food.

With the canoe we continue sailing through that water full of life, where the imposing trees are reflected, the green vegetation, the different shapes in the clouds floating in the sky.

We sail towards the land, there we will see more animals.
From another jump jump from the canoe to land, others also jump, the earth is a little wet, the jungle with its trees, its animals and the drizzle falling is a dream fulfilled, in this so-called reality.

I walk, I walk, I walk behind the guide, I feel my sweaty brown skin, my hair more curly than normal, an aroma like fruit sprouting from my pores and a look that hides when I want to find it.

The guide looks up at a large tree, seems to have been there for a long time, near the glass is climbing a monkey mother with her son, they are both beautiful, they seem to go in search of a place of rest.

Suddenly I feel the presence of someone behind me, very close to my body, in a quick movement he takes my hand hard, he is one of the traveling boys on the canoe.

Now jump to my sight his beard, his untamed curls and his captivating, beautiful eyes.

Similar to river water ... deep, sweet, strong.

We continue walking through the jungle, holding hands, as if we did not want to lose, then until finally, find us.

The guide tells us in a low voice to look at the tree just opposite, there are colorful toucans in a nest placed in the center of the tree.

Our sight travels to that place and we see the toucans making sounds in the branches of the trees, they notice our presence, but no, they ignore us.

They are so beautiful, their colors, feathers, picks, legs make us fly.
Its sounds merge with those of the other animals of the Amazon.
It's like a symphony coming through my head, making swirls in my belly, dancing over my heart.

In the humid floor a few fleeces of bright colors and bulging eyes seem to croak us, we look at them, they turn around and they go jumping with a joyful, cadenciosos bridles between the vegetation.

Everything here is so green, so crystalline, pure.
Way taken from the hand of that man, with whom I have not needed until now to share words, only emotions of what was found in this walk.

It is the jungle and, like ten steps away, there is an extremely beautiful tree, with broad branches stretching to the sky, a very broad trunk, abundant roots, leaving in part through the earth, birds of color singing in its branches.

We approach this green life, it seems to welcome us, my heart vibrates with emotion, that man looks me sweetly in the eyes, he lets go of my hand, he tells me eyes of capulí and subtly locks me up placing me under the imposing tree, he looks at me, he smiles, disappears among the people of the group, among the jungle.

I am stunned, confused, not knowing what to do, I say to myself "I think I dreamed it, I imagined it, fruitful imagination!"

In silence, without words, suddenly I feel a hug from behind, it seems to me a bird landing from its flight, I turn around, it's him, it was not just imagination ... I look at it, I recognize it, I hug it so hard I can feel its bones .

Simone Farina