"Hello, keeper of sheep
There on the side of the road.
What does the blowing wind say to you?"
"That it's wind and that it blows,
And that it has blown before,
And that it will blow hereafter.
And what does it say to you?"
"Much more than that.
It speaks to me of many other things:
Of memories and nostalgias,
And of things that never were."
"You've never heard the wind blow.
The wind only speaks of the wind.
What you heard was a lie,
And the lie is in you."