Put your voice into the hands of who can have a dialogue with the wind . put it into the hands of who can transform the singing . letting it able to touch . a stone the water the sky . into the hands of who is able to reduce the flight’s fear . and then through the air - sing about the air about the work about the sky . about their breath . going through the fields peacefully . with all the mouth full of air . go peacefully with your breath | towards the air you will hold your breath . towards the air you will stand up . you will have the ripening time inside . you will have air stones grass and sun | air of the world’s first day . it will freeze the water with a touch . in a glance like the dawn everything . year after year year to year . the wind will always blow up there and very slowly from the sky . it will be the blue wind of a world full of dew . where everything is water and wind’s silence . it will bring you high on the top to listen to the power of the air between the leaves . it will cover everything with his seed . everything will be flight on our earth . it will sprout of air . you will see what a wonder . it will come down to the ground and it will reach everything’s roots . it will be terrestrial sound volume . dawn’s carpet and blue silence . it will come down in the still air . in the bound between the sky and the great ocean’s shore . it will move it to let you fly | you will understand the whole look of the space . you will talk about the corolla and the petal . you will sip the round trip’s space to your nature | with an endless number of buds . you will come out in the space . in the greatness’ uncultivated . in the garden of measures . you will pick all the sprouts and you will put them in the heads | you will have the thin air as a gift . the colours on which the shadow leans on . and the wonderful sunbeams | listen to the rain . look at the rise of the lightning and the thunder . where the wind scattered sprouts leaves and corollas . where there were still and soft shadows now the clouds blossom . there it clouds over and opens . air and whispers become hurricane . then fresh and quiet all around | there in the middle of the night of the long night of its foliage . a cicada’s sing let you forget the words to be said to pick a flower . so with all the words came out in the air . everything opens wide of silence . only the wind brings a noise . then the sunny interval’s order . the air’s transparency catches fire . it clings to the firmaments . to the air’s draught . it radiates and transforms all the rounds to wide open and great spring . and when the spring arrives well done it has a break . the animals unties themselves . the houses becomes empty . and there’s only air resonating in a silence and very fast . everything around you is light . blossoms flies plays again . and up there the sky is vast and thick empty of wind . so you rise to the most free spaces of the sky . so you are all came out in the air . so here comes the sigh of relief .