This poem has a strange story and it is very difficult to translate into English. I did it thinking in my native language. So the rhythm is totally different when I try to translate into English. There are words and sounds which need further study. But I swear to you I will try.
The poem speaks of winds, various types and many names. As the intensity of the wind grows, or blow or gale she changes too.
I think of her, putting clothes to dry in the backyard. Then, at that moment, the wind comes, and comes bringing old memories....
Your was a breeze... to me Oh! ! ! ! Wind, blow and gail....
Wind, Blow, Gail!
I took part in a gale
the biggest of my life
strange atmospheric variation
coming so suddenly
What he did to me?
Ah! I remain with almost nothing
I say, that kind of wind,
start temperate
in the morning
kind a little cold a mist
a little tepid.
So smooth ~ not hear it ~
far in the day ~ it burns ~
whip more precisely
Night fall,
throw me to the ground
sometimes!
But, I, accustomed to the winds
and yours subtle moves
soon, felt on my chest
that i was adrift
Wind, blow, gale
comes sets from the north
bringing a restless and unexpected blow
a demanding heat!
cold and hot
goes, taking all around
hands and legs
making swirls
I had to ask to myself
Is it passed? Completely?
or
has to resigned to the will
to such voracity
Taking all and nothing rest
prevails and dominates
in its short period of times
strange wind!
Impatient wind!
comes from another time
and play with us
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This poem has a strange story and it is very difficult to translate into English. I did it thinking in my native language. So the rhythm is totally different when I try to translate into English. There are words and sounds which need further study. But I swear to you I will try. The poem speaks of winds, various types and many names. As the intensity of the wind grows, or blow or gale she changes too. I think of her, putting clothes to dry in the backyard. Then, at that moment, the wind comes, and comes bringing old memories.... Your was a breeze... to me Oh! ! ! ! Wind, blow and gail.... Wind, Blow, Gail! I took part in a gale the biggest of my life strange atmospheric variation coming so suddenly What he did to me? Ah! I remain with almost nothing I say, that kind of wind, start temperate in the morning kind a little cold a mist a little tepid. So smooth ~ not hear it ~ far in the day ~ it burns ~ whip more precisely Night fall, throw me to the ground sometimes! But, I, accustomed to the winds and yours subtle moves soon, felt on my chest that i was adrift Wind, blow, gale comes sets from the north bringing a restless and unexpected blow a demanding heat! cold and hot goes, taking all around hands and legs making swirls I had to ask to myself Is it passed? Completely? or has to resigned to the will to such voracity Taking all and nothing rest prevails and dominates in its short period of times strange wind! Impatient wind! comes from another time and play with us