From a window, in a stranger dark room,
listening their sad lyric of doom.
Wearing me down, uncalmed feelings flow.
Wind, don't stop, go ahead, keep blowing,
play your show for a stupid male,
ignore that inside me there is the real gale,
I'm here, unfeeling, impassive, waiting.
Winds, caress my ears with your notes,
touch my dry lips with your breeze,
hold my unloved soul into your squeeze,
make my mind part of your neverending quotes.
Wind, I am here with you, for my last breath,
I am here, tired, without any point,
I am here with you, in the sadness joint,
Don't ask me more, bring me the freedom of death.
[Neuquen, Argentina Oct 9 2007]
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