At this moment,
I think of you and then
I wanted to turn myself into wind.
And if it was so,
I would arrive now as cool breeze
and mildly touch your window.
And if you hear me and
let me in,
on you I’ll curl up
almost without touching you.
I will skim through your hair,
blowing softly in the ear,
kiss your soft mouth,
pack you on my tender
But I am not wind…
Now I am just thought and
I mm thinking of you.
And if you open your window,
I’m getting there,
at this moment,
in thought…
in the wind.
Roberto Shinyashiki

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