A Breeze From Afar Poem by Anthony Burkett

This poem has a strange story and it is very difficult to translate into English. I did it thinking in my native language. So the rhythm is totally different when I try to translate into English. There are words and sounds which need further study. But I swear to you I will try. The poem speaks of winds, various types and many names. As the intensity of the wind grows, or blow or gale she changes too. I think of her, putting clothes to dry in the backyard. Then, at that moment, the wind comes, and comes bringing old memories.... Your was a breeze... to me Oh! ! ! ! Wind, blow and gail.... Wind, Blow, Gail! I took part in a gale the biggest of my life strange atmospheric variation coming so suddenly What he did to me? Ah! I remain with almost nothing I say, that kind of wind, start temperate in the morning kind a little cold a mist a little tepid. So smooth ~ not hear it ~ far in the day ~ it burns ~ whip more precisely Night fall, throw me to the ground sometimes! But, I, accustomed to the winds and yours subtle moves soon, felt on my chest that i was adrift Wind, blow, gale comes sets from the north bringing a restless and unexpected blow a demanding heat! cold and hot goes, taking all around hands and legs making swirls I had to ask to myself Is it passed? Completely? or has to resigned to the will to such voracity Taking all and nothing rest prevails and dominates in its short period of times strange wind! Impatient wind! comes from another time and play with us