oh my beloved you that travel
everywhere and always,
you that carry every known and unknown perfume
and touch our faces softly and hardly
day and night in light or darkness
Oh my dear you who wears your nice clothes
made by any kind and with them running to the hills
always ending up to the sea
so as to listen once again to the sirens
oh my kind lord with the mythical powers
your house is everywhere and nowhere
but you always come back here
so as to listen to my stories
my beloved wind.
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