The wind is passing through Comments

The wind is passing through
(like an unknown creature that appears suddenly
in a gap on the horizon).

We invite it for a meal.
Its fiery tongue fascinates the children
its outfit disturbs the dresses.

One sees the wine shake in its veins.
One feels a new madness
circulate in the blood.
One talks to oneself in all sorts of languages.
One understands nothing
but is perhaps going to know everything.
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