" Like San Fernando's little ass, I travel the roads partly on foot, just walking.
Sometimes I recognize myself in others. I recognize myself in those who will endure, friends who will shelter me, beautiful holy fools of justice and flying creatures of beauty and other bums and vagrants who walk the earth and will continue walking, just as the stars will continue in the night and the waves in the sea. Then, when I recognize myself in them, I am in the air, comine to know myself as part of the wind.
I think it was Vallejo, Cesar Vallejo, who said that sometimes the wind changes its air.
When I am no longer, the wind will be, will continue being."
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THE GUST
"The wind whistles within me.
I am naked. Master of nothing, master of no one, not even master of my own convictions, I am my face in the wind, against the wind, and I am the wind that strikes my face."
-Eduardo Galeano
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