Can only a tree launch such an onslaught, standing suddenly and confronting the world with the grandeur of its greening? After the long winters, the hailstorms, the snow, the barren stretches, the solitary standing in the freezing moments—how profound is the faith of the tree in simply remaining rooted!

It is this faith that shatters time, cradling the sun in its embrace. Branches stretched wide, green and infinite, welcoming the rain’s kisses…

But let us not think of the tree. I think instead of a kiss—a girl who, for the first time, kisses her beloved on the street and then blossoms, becoming fruitful and magnificent. I think of the street, where I have never kissed anyone. How mournful the trees of our streets must be, for they have never witnessed a girl’s kiss under the shadows of the trees …

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