The Book of the Wind. 17


Had my son or daughter ever become

old, I would have liked them

to be able to return

to the first door they opened,

on their own, and entered through.

I would have marked it,

as a witness, so they could know

for certain.


For me, in this house, the door

to the wind is the first door

I have chosen to open.

The door to the wind

is the door to the tilled fields.

The door is the first door


it is the last door.