That late autumn night
The dark room was her aid,
Her pillow guarding all her dreams,
The wind came to invade.
It made place for her, illicitly
She had nothing to do but wait,
Wait for someone to enlighten her
So she let her heart open the gate.
She let the wind know about her dreams,
About her goods, bads, about how she feel.
She asked the wind if it could share it's words
She stayed there, so...