"There's a wind that blows, like an evil breath
He got up screaming, wanting to get into my heart
Bringing doubt, despair, chaos
When he finally calmed down, only my disappointment.

A south wind burns the way
Plants and dreams are dragged by it
The phantom clouds of dust like death
Vortex in pale and demented puppets

There comes a light wind that gently rises
When the grass bends over slow caresses
Bringing with it the scents of spring
Undo my soul full of open wounds

All these unseen songs from these winds
Talking for a day about Shakespeare's fury
Under a wall of silence I let it go
I know you will fulfill your role again. And I will be stronger."