Dense atmosphere,
a morbid silence
invades the place
Only the wind can be heard
Only in this manner
my body can warm
Is so good, to run
around the fields in flowers

So, i feel the wind
to share my clothes
To run, to run
like a scream of freedom
To breathe
the pure innocence
of the morning
Suddenly,
everything has change...

“Now, everything
is melancholy
So, i sink in sadness ,
so long…
A sadness like the trees
at the end of the autumn”

In my soul,
was created a fog…
Everything’ spinning ,
in doubt
My thoughts,
struggling afflicted
The wind leaves me
by the air

Always the wind...
that wind what inexplicably
trains a powerful
attraction over me
The wind caress my face
and try to comfort me
That same wind
with your ideas reasonable
on musics, smiles
and sensibilities...