The Wind Through The Window Poem by Adilson Pinto

The wind is blowing... He passes through my window,
He passes through my window fastly, as my thoughts pass
Through my mind, a consideration after another,
A conceived plan after another, like a naughty monkey
Who jumps from a tree to another one, without peace
Fastly, fastly like those cars in the avenue, like my age,
Which also passes and I don't realize it, and when I see - I am an old man! ! !

So to my eyes this speed is a crazy thing
And I don't see another solution if not to put myself into a reclusion,
Yes, a cloister where through a deep contemplation all the movement will be forgoten
All desires, all plans, all considerations will be forgoten too
And finally I will be in front of that reality when my mind now stoped totally its movement, and my soul absolutly astonished pays reverence
When my knees go to the ground and my head too - before the Eternity
Where no movement troubles my amazing communion with God!