Roaring.
Wind passing me
Like a hurried stranger
And stairs
Going straight into the water.

Muddy river with waves
Like little dolphins
Racing each other.

Roaring
And a boat
With two happy fishermen 
In search of beloved certainty.

Beautiful child 
Caressing my soul 
Why are you sad?
I am not,
I’m just watching the drops
Biting my shoes
Incessantly,
And roaring.

Another shore
And a forest
A mile away
Fighting for horizon
With a mountain
Tired and old
As if lost in thought
And roaring.