Memory Of The Wind

When the wind blows and shakes up my heart I think of the past times And close my two eyes The silent trembling that passes me by At that small sound I open my ears The growing pieces of life that breathe inside me When they bump against and pass me by Then look at…

The Place Where the Wind Blows

I’m going to the place, the place where the wind blows To under the tree that’s like your hair While leaning against the shaking train, I write you a letter About the path I saw in my dream; I’m standing in that path Although it’s an unstable happiness that I anticipate yet fear; Although there…