I wish I could count the times the wind blew everything away.

I wish I could know the times it came to wake me up.

I wish it would never stop whispering in my ears.

I wish it would never stop showing me that

everything breathes, Everything changes.

That sometimes so much movement looks like chaos.

That waiting is also part of the movement.

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That sometimes powerful progress crashes, bounces, resonates.

Suddenly, it invades you, pierce you.

I wish it would never stop showing me again and again

how it slips between bodies.

How it makes them fiercely tremble and dance.

I wish it would always call me at dusk, when the sun falls

at my feet and my hands search for its trace, t

o remind me about all the things that cannot be seen,

but exists, in silence building worlds.

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I wish it would always show me that to know is to feel.

That everything is always fluctuating.

I wish it would always touch my face and wave my hair, whispering to me, between taps and deep breaths that when something comes to an end, it's because there's something new awaiting.