Invisible to the eyes but sensible to the touch,
it sweeps dry lands bathed by salty waters.
It bends the human body, which tries in vain to hide its footsteps,
It erodes the lie, expose the feeling, dissects the soul.
It is capable of generating energy or taking it in a breath;
thus it’s a giver with no eyes or measures.
It brings quickly the twilight, in which the attention must be expanded
so as the sunset portal won’t pass by unnoticed,
so that one doesn’t trail again tracks already traversed.
On the limit between the heart and the reason,
the wind explodes,taking with it what was never mine to call.
