THE WIND

I feel so pensive yesterday and today looking out the window

The trees are my distractions that I see through the open window

The wind that blows refreshes my face and the sky shines

The air I breathe is what calms me the same that inspires me

I'm not the same as I was today and I will not be tomorrow too

Why am I equal to the moving air passing through the open window

Sometimes I go in warmth left and I leave to free myself

But sometimes I come inside you and stay until you let me go

Many times I'm like a tornado that came out destroying everything

And at other times a light and gentle breeze able to refresh the world

I can direct the currents of the sea just to find you

And make the most beautiful waves for you to remember

This is me in your life I am the air

You may not see me or touch me

But I'm always going to remind you.

You do not have to see or touch just to observe and feel to love.

ANDERSON SILVEIRA LOPES