Wind…..wind…….wind ……….
The Wind reads newspaper very carelessly, quickly and inattentively turning the pages.
But inscriptions carved in walls, in plaster or in stone, the wind reads again and again,
touching them like a blind man again, again and again…
From both sides of the window I am looking at myself. From both sides of the window I am looking at myself. From both sides of the window I am looking….