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When the wind takes you too far

The thread of a ball swinging in the wind,
just like a drop of water in the desert,
blazing red against the blue sky.
If you move the eye did not see anything else, attracted by its imbalance
fascinating.
Tap one hand, stroking each other, move
chaotic loss,
no hold but a single, pervasive support.
How long blades of grass on a hillside,
that by dint of being pulled from the air,
are no more grass, but swirling wind.

was sad scene, with chills down my neck.
A song from a distance resembled a house, a music
remembered a vibrant body, hands and feet
, moist lips and hands and feet.

An elderly woman, her hair scattered, silver powder
between gusts arrogant,
placid calm with coiled wire in his hands.
Rossi rings between their fingers intertwined,
ruby \u200b\u200bbracelet around the wrist white,
clapped his hands and ran away in the folds of the door.
A dog barked far.

Still playing my song.
I was caressing the notes, I cradled
surrounded by flowers,
felt in the depths of the heart become
words of love, emotion
,
indissoluble echo of joy. On a trip
impetuous

sbalzai child with a smile on our bed and cheeks
petals concealed,
in your arms sank innocent
taking between my fingers,
a red sign of inconstancy.
This is me, me, me and a thousand,
helpless and restless pilgrim,
vagabond and wanderer,
exhausting ebb and flow to you;
Parca a whisper to my song, and
you, cold wind;
sometimes pushes me far
then shake again,
and stronger.