A: What is your name?

B: They call me Wind.

A: Wind?

B: I wander alone, present without a shadow, leaving without a trace.

A: So a carefree wind.

B: No, a free spirited wind.

B: A free spirit only wanders forward, constantly moving.

A: I want you to stop and think for a while.

B: The wind can’t stop.

A: Not even for me?

B: The wind leaves no marks. The wind is the wind.

One told me that destiny mocks us,
that it gives us nothing and that it promises us everything.
It appears that happiness is within reach,
then one holds out one’s hand and one is again found crazy.