Badlands Skies

In the middle of the deserted lands that surrounded my last few months, I find comfort in solitude. I find comfort on the wind, on the visions of nature, on the visions of purity. In silence I listen to you, I listen to your memory. And the wind me brings me your warmth, the wind brings me your memory. In silence I listen to all you meant to me. And the wind brings me back to your love, and the purity of the landscape brings me back to what we shared together. I look at the clouds in movement, I look at the sky covered by massive movement, massive beauty, and that brings me to you. I see them run free, l see them in movement, I see them following a decisive path, they follow the wind, they seek freedom, they seek peace. And I listen to the wind and try to understand their meaning, try to translate all this perfection to my life. I am in motion again, like the clouds, but the meaning of all I carry in my head still has no reasoning. I will continue listening, and patiently will find an answer.