in a magic jewel box a simple gift,
the Wind that was given to you,
that flirts with your hair,
that soothes your eyes and scatters your name.
The Wind that lays at your feet
like the flying carpet in one’s dreams.
You will travel in the breeze that the Wind moves.
The Sea and the Wind together will be with you
by the shore of time.
The Wind will divulge your name
and will sing it in perpetual breeze.
You will return with the Wind
that is impregnated with your scent
and your blue voice will fall over the red lawns of the afternoon
that will learn to say your name.