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 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.