-- This Wind --
This wind that blows between the waves
It will blow after us for years
And the sea that rages and the sea that whispers
Will stay here for other days
The shore sand that turned temples of little ones (1)
Will stay also when we will be adults
And this sun that has dawned suddently
It will light another different lives
Not all the things are taken by the wind
Not all the things are buried dead in the sand
washed to the great sea
It's better not to know everything
To continue on the way, not to ask
To fall, to get up, without remembering
To give everything