And some verses came with the wind
they came alone, like running from time,
away from its hours and its silences
and some thunders that kept to themselves.
It wanted to come around in a slow pace
to talk to his ear without touching his hair,
he barely hear what the message was
the wind stays there like floating so still.
It was the voice of a woman in despair
the softly words he could not believe
his eyes would be open so wide
like trying to understand the noiseless whisper
those verses appear to come from afar
to be expressed and then dispersed
by the wind itself so quietly
