The wind always leads to a change: in winter can turn a sunny day soon ...
in a tempestuous;
summer in the air may become even more unbearable
through a sultry south wind and annoying.
In these cases I would say .... is a spiteful wind.
Wind enemy has accompanied my moods:
in moments of silence and total darkness I heard the howling ...
almost to want to get in trouble ...
struck me messing his hair, ruffling
and carrying to a state of chaotic confusion.
Small flies assailants threatened my eyes
and my view in those times of strong wind.
watering annoying consequences for foreign bodies:
assailants just wanted to let those flies cry
my eyes for the last time wiping sadness.
was a wind that slapped me to bring to reality:
basically wanted to be my advisor.
Now the storm prepares to finally ...
... I feel the smell of a distant light ventarello
about to join. It 'a wind of change?
Maybe I dream too much ... maybe it will change direction.
I REACHED from me ...
I wish I could breathe ...
I would caress my skin, creating a chill infinity.
If you go to head me ..
scompiglierà this time my hair violently,
blow by moving cautiously over them.
This ventarello expected will not send any fly
warrior to fight my bitterness.
I cuddle and I welcome his arms .
him ... you'll breathe my oxygen.
And as I reach that dream ....
expect the wind of change.
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