wind husband

From drop to drop. Squeeze your eyes in the summer heat. The hot smell confuses your breath, while black smoke draws ghosts. The primer, the alcohol, the dry ash. [bridge] From drop to trickle. Quickly escape between rocks and lichens. The seduced breeze trembles sweetly. The flaky sky protects you with care. The blue, the light, the rays of the sun. [bridge] From trickle to stream. Go crazy playfully and invent the road. A lamb runs to its bowed mother, that she enjoys your fresh and bold current. The wool, the shepherd, the snake in the grass. [bridge] From stream to torrent. Whoever looks at you recognizes you and knows you. The wind declares itself and caresses your heart. Hugs sculpt stones into sighs. The chubs, the lines, the steam tractors. [bridge] From torrent to river. courage swells you, the way is now clear. Meet older, kinder siblings. Friends accompany you, with tears and smiles. The bridges, the ships, the insolent seagulls. [bridge] From river to sea. Life loves you and you love life. You saw, smelled, touched and heard. That world suddenly became salty. The sand, the waves, the eternal rest. [bridge] From sea to cloud. You breathe in and return to that wind, your husband. [bridge] From river to sea. Life loves you and you love life. You saw, smelled, touched and heard. That world suddenly became salty. The sand, the waves, the eternal rest. [bridge] From sea to cloud. You breathe in and return to that wind, your husband.