the rain touches everything
It's everywhere and nowhere
Every drop lives very short time,
Until it touches you
And everything for them is now,
the rains don't remember
the dust and hardness of the ground,
the snow of December...
the wind touches everything it meets
the sea and the sky
the trees and roads, the cats and dogs
and you, passing by
It never stops, does not returns
so strong and so light.
way of the wind belongs to God
An so belongs my.
It doesn't matter what's my name
and what I remember,
my life is rain,my mind is wind
But I now who am I.