You know, I'm jealous.
Jealous of the wind that caresses you ...
Because I would like to do it ...
Everyday...
But I can not.
Jealous of the people who meet you ...
They look you in the eye ...
They hear your voice ...
And they admire your smile.
When it's more complicated for me.
Jealous of the rain that bathes you ...
It comes into contact with your skin ...
And I have to wait I don't know how long,
To live...