Wind tales
Tonight in the wind I hear your
heartbeat, it says, no matter where
you are I am you.
What a dazzlingly perfect harmony,
this two orquestarse between the
lines of this tale.
You and this corpse love your
ways of sorrounding me with
such a grace, firm and whole.
The wind tale brings our history
to the deep echoes of the night, bouncing, into the burning matter in the galant brightness of pure light.
