Wind and hope

Hope fell on fatigue

And from this wonder, man thanked

The fall, so he met

And thanks in this are necessary

So whoever finds glory that.

He did not intend when he sought

So glory enriched him. No.

Life struggles for it, struggles

He who lived in the past

Carried hope on gold

And the wind devours hope

And no calamities for him

Drags it and leads it

And says: Ascend the ranks

They struggle, they run suddenly

To wander in the land of the mind

And wrap the hopes of sadness

And take refuge in it in the fires

And drive it like the market of doubts

To perception, anticipating

And the illusions of imagination rise

To proximity and nearness

And the wind asks him, but he does not

Receive a confused answer

And the wind binds his determination

To time when time is young

And hope disturbs the wind

And did not disturb what came

And the wind wanders with him

And the lost in it pours out

And the wind is always far

When it does not go far