Yesterday, today and probably tomorrow, out of the house breathes an incredible wind.
It 's great. When I see the street trees that bend, the street lamps that cast shadows of light shadows dancing, the plates of the billboards that send sounds sinister as the wind distorts the sound of things upside down and drag away. And then the most wonderful of all is the image of the dry leaves swirling in the air, among the people go by. It looks like a child who enjoys playing with things in his way. And I like to play with him, when you face the challenge of whipping, or when trying to block your hand in the air I always tear a smile.
And then there's something wild and untamed in him who gives me the chills. When uprooted trees, broken the lights and uncover the houses shouting angrily. It seems the voice of the Earth, who wakes up angry and reminds us that we, men, now that we have become the Lord Almighty, we are not that fleas that she has allowed to live, its just a yawn can cause us to plunge into chaos. But we are too distracted and not hear about it.
I love the wind.
Even if you can not grab
but only hear,
even if you can not follow
only see through,
even if you take something
but then you return it.
Indeed,
precisely why I love him.
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