Monday, March 22, 2010

This morning I went out very early,
Because I woke up even earlier
And had nothing I wanted to do.

I didn't know which way to go,
But the wind blew hard toward one side,
And I followed in the way it pushed me.

So has my life always been, and so I would like it to always be--
I go where the wind takes me and don't need to think.


  1. "e quem me dera ser com como a ceifeira" diria FP

  2. Beautiful. Just what I was searcing for.

  3. Hallo friend, can you tell me the title of this poem in original?