Tanager

Recapturing distant childhood as far back as I can trust my memory, trying to understand my act of reading the particular world in which I moved, was absolutely significant for me. Surrounding myself to this effort, I re-created and re-lived in the text I was writing, the experience I lived at a time when I did not yet read words. The text, words, letters of that context were incarnated in the song of the birds –tanager, flycatcher, thrush; in the dance of boughs blown by the strong winds announcing storms; thunder and lightening; rain waters playing with geography: creating lakes, islands, rivers, streams.

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Paulo Freire

translated by Loretta Slover