The breeze direction changed,
as the way of the wind…

The Earth turned its station,
as the birds reconstructed its nest…
But you did not change…

The sun hours were put back,
as the time of the dawn,
and the minute of the sunset…

The problems finish to arrange,
but you did not change…

You never changed,
little puppet, you never changed,
and neither your humbleness…
Who changed was I,
to avoid your artfulness.