The land is covered with the leaves of trees that can no longer be seen because they have been stripped of their clothes.
What has happened to the city? What has happened to this land?
Why did we let the wind take it away?
Here we are, living life through the window
Hypnotized, waiting for change.
Why is he angry? Why doesn’t he rest?
Help me take off these clothes worn by the wind, the one who has devastated the earth, that snatches, that dries, that drags, that has managed to acquire and debase, debase and acquire, that takes away our hope and the desire to eat and that suddenly stops.
Infinite silence.

Maybe he’s tired too.