ON A DAY WHEN THE WIND IS PERFECT
when the wind is perfect,
the sail just needs to open and the world is full of beauty.
Today is such a
the promise of life
that it always
both caress the earth with great
This love I know plays a drum. Arms move around me;
who can contain their self before my beauty?
but ecstatic dance is more fun, and less narcissistic;
gregarious He makes our lips.
the sail just needs to open
and the love starts.