Air

With enigma is diffused

No one sees its body

Clear air, good silence

The spirit of the wind

That is already breeze, arises

A fresh scent of transparency

Slides as a floe

Intense crystal of mirror

Between the river and the oarsman

Transition of grey

An air that never ends

¡Margins of insanity!

Oh, furious wind!

With thundering voice

Bellows through the air

Deafening my thoughts

Entering my head

In black clouds I come apart

From this blue I turn aside

Penetrate me and tremble

Silence the chaos inside

I flow along with the blizzard and

Attend the demands of the wind

Between puffs and wet gusts

I hear storm waves floating

After dying

At the top of the mount

With hands to the sky

And in the eyes the light

Of the dark end