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Gallery 2
A wind storm,
not always is dangerous.
I'll turn like this on your life ...
In untimely way I can shake you,
to delight with whispers,
refreshing as a summer night.
As a burst or as a breeze,
you decide wich style it's more attractive.
Fresh, natural, funny ...
You don't seek in me a person with my structures.
Do you feel curiosity?
The caress without cause
goes away to me of the fingers,
they goes away to me of the fingers...
In the wind, when it's rolling,
the vague caress without destiny neither object,
the lost caress, who will collect it?
I could love tonight with infinite piety,
I could love to the first one
that it guessed to arrive.
Nobody arrives.
There're alone the flowery footpaths.
The lost caress, will roll... Will roll...
If in the wind they call you tonight, traveller,
if trembles the branches a candy sigh,
if a small hand press your fingers
that takes you and leaves you,
that obtains to you and it goes away.
If you don't see that hand,
neither the mouth that kiss,
if is the air who weaves the ilusion to call,
oh traveler, that you have the eyes as the sky,
fused on the wind, do you recognize me?
Author: Alfonsina Storni
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