(A simple act of love arrives everywhere carried by the Spirit. Evil closes the person to this circularity).
The nature of the wind
At night in the silence the songs
flew from hearts to the houses
passing perhaps from cubbyholes
open in the cool of the summer.
The wind carried them, who knows many
things, even the most hidden ones.
He placed them discreetly with a
light breath in the unaware repose.
They were dreams of love, prayers
implored by anxious mothers,
pleas for peace and other beautiful things
that, only, the breeze can make fly.
From: The surprising song
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