The winds of time come and blow the sands of the past away into nothingness, and they are forgotten.
O wind, why must you be so fast?
O wind, do you listen to the thunder who isn't real, just a noise, instead of the lightning in front of you, flashing, showing its solemnity.
O wind, fight the course of nature, and blow in the right direction.
O naive wind! You sow the seeds falseness and you insist on calling down the thunder. The thunder only comes with a whirlwind, and that whirlwind wi