Violent the wind
Strike and roar
Lift the ridge of the mountain
Under the wing of screaming bagpipes
Crumbling the glass
Blow over each wall
Blow to the uninhabited
Blow over the sea
Waves of the beating
Becoming thousand pieces of crushing fans
On the sea- deepen its blue
The wind
Blowing madly the hair
Blowing across the bridge of the nose
Through the hollow statue
Where do bees and birds hide?
Rock? peninsula or island?
Indulgent the wind
Bending my spine
Deaf the ears
Continue to go forward
Not seeing a thing in the storm center
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