The Four Winds
…The four winds annoyed me: the Vardarac, the Tramontane, the Gregale, and the Mistral, were pulling my clothes, hitting me on the face, and biting my hands. So, in order to get rid of them I travelled to the desert. The instant I crossed its border I felt the winds floating behind me like ghosts. They did not dare to pass through because to them it represented a dangerous field.
Relieved, I took a few steps to realise soon that something was wrong. They say that our body is made of 70% water; nonetheless, in some of us this percentage hosts another element: wind, which is exactly my case. A few metres away from the desert’s frontier I started evaporating. Once again, I turned pleadingly towards the winds, this time seeking their help to take me away from there…