It will brush your eyelashes,
like those tears rolled by the uncertain…
It will caress your hair,
like the inert conscience of an acquitted sinner…
It will break your dreams,
as the dawn breaks with every ray of sun the desert… Continue reading “The wind never lies”
We had to grow… between that smell of grape and gall… between ashlars that were our foundations… We had to take refuge, between pages of history … Continue reading Strong as the wind
They did not believe in our longings, disdaining our beautiful projects… And maybe they will sign up for the prize, if the events were well… Write … Continue reading Doors to the wind
