Kisses to the soul - Breeze

''The breeze, cold and thick in the morning, That takes my sighs of melancholy to places where I would like you to be.Go, Tell him of my agony, as every morning pitchers of water go down the Mountain, while the sun looks at me indifferently burning every''

''The Trees dry through your absence, the road where only you used to Approaching my heart has disappeared with the dust that rise''

''But breeze, wherever you go, Whatever your course, if you see it somewhere in the world, do not forget to tell him how difficult it has been his absence.''