The wind will take it

The spark of our Hearts springs in its own good time, for whom it seems.

Not asking us for our opinion on the question.

When it springs.

We can run after all what we want.

After all that is our right, the essence of our liberties.

Of our bodies we make what we want, but not of our Hearts.

The perfume of our dead years …

The wind will take it leaving in our Hearts the grains of our memories.

Making us to smile …

Again and again.

Without regret or almost.