Wind's Christmas holidays 2011

Wind's Christmas holidays

I'm here...

Travelling 

without breather,

where people

are still people...

I love, I fly,

I love them...

Nomadic wind

for abandoned worlds,

desolated 

and dried...

shrubs burnt.

I'm here...

Trying

to blow the clouds,

but, here... 

also the clouds

have been abducted

and raped...

I'm here...

Blowing hard

this clear

and dry sky,

where dressed in red

bearded man,

I don't meet...

in his maps

no hot, burning

and broken lands...

I'm here...

Listening

moaning,

listening

hope.