Listen to me, wind— you, who cross the oceans and the seas... you, who reach the peaks of the highest mountains and rest in the valleys— tell him that I love him... that there is no distance that can keep us apart... Listen to me, wind... tell him I am waiting for him sitting on the bench in that park where he kissed me for the first time... and for the first time, I was able to kiss him. Listen to me, wind— tell him not to linger... that I am in a rush to hold him, that my sky remains dark without him, that I need the stars he wanted to give me to light up my life and the paths to find him; listen to me, wind, tell him not to delay... that I get lost in those streets where I once walked hand in hand with him... and now, they seem endless. Listen to me, wind... Please! Take him a message— tell him that my heart... ever since he left, hasn't stopped calling out for him. It hasn't stopped calling out for him... Listen to me, wind... Please, take him a message... Tell him I am waiting for him on the bench in that park... Please, tell him not to delay... Not to delay... not to delay...
