And that is the feeling when you walk in the woods surrounding Moquehue, in north Patagonia.
Green fills you. becomes a not heard sound, but it sounds deep, something that we remember without knowing , a wild past when we understood the forest.
After our own noise made us forget that sound. Araucaria were falling, roads were opened on the slopes. noise and more noise.
But the silence returned. Green gets what is his own.
And the sound starts again, every time we walked into the forest.