"Look how she dances."
-Who?
"The tree, that tree dances."
He said to me while pointing with his little finger, while lighting everything around me with that smile that adorned each of his words.
"No, it's the wind", I was about to answer him ... but I realized that the magic you have at three years old is no longer recovered.
And instead I decided to be the one who, from that moment, saw everything from another age. So every time a tree, boat, kite, or cloud moves, I know that they are actually dancing.