The wind has changed.

And September,

the month of all changes

has arrived with its cloudy face.

Why so much praising

to this thief named summer?

For it’s not and will never be

a time for love to grow.

You can just get a glimpse

of the winter flourishing loves

which are to be born

from the heat of the bodies.

It’s the first of September for me.

I still believe in the wind.

After the ashes comes life.

It’s a new dawn for love.