the wind

The wind

The wind is free smart. It gets in and out wherever it wants. Come in and out without asking permission.
The wild playful wind exciting the sensorial bases, blows our chins, necks and ears...
Hugs the arms and all the wind freezes the body as a cold rope...
The wind is like a dog-without-boss without neckcuff.
Free to come and go but although deseperate for a shelter. It´s wild and free hated and envied... But beyond all this it´s
loved...
And always wanted. Even full of dust. It´s just keep up our eyes closed. The friendly wind heats its enemy; everybody is wanting to be like the wind but they don´t admit to themselves `Cause they know the wind can lose the way back home. even lose itself in fact. But never anyone elseÃ�s way. It always Crush into Somebody´s else face!
We have already tried to copy it. when We run, play at playground, Court of sports, Driving too fast in the car with the windows wide open, jumping bungee-jumping....We have already arrested the wind just for us: we made the air-condioner!
If We´d known how is too slow to make a real wind: Cold air downs, hot air ups!
Dont mind, don´t be worry can´t you see that the wind blows around and gone, but it always come back.
Always Come back for,to you, to us...

By Denilson