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10 juin 2009 3 10 /06 /juin /2009 21:04
This morning, less heat and for once, the wind talks. It blows with a gentle booming voice to my ears, and all near songbirds make a choir with a variety of flute sounds. Windsong symphony.

As I wait for the train, trying to maintain a link with the windsong, a woman arrives on the opposite platform, singing an A&B melody in front of the world with a really beautiful and loud voice. Deeply in internal music, she gets on her train and my eyes follow her face through the window, eyes shut and focused.

What the wind told me
I'll sing it all to the world
summer songbirds choir

Then in my train, and in the next one, and in the final one, I begin to see them all, closed eyes singers in the wind going their way through the maze and through their regular commuter trip, seemingly oblivious of the world around them, but who knows? The wind only...

why when the wind blows
only the wind knows for sure
cold summer breeze -

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