Que cruz la que lleva el viento

What a cross the wind carries
that even though it flies wherever it wants
it has no direction, no payment, no ranch where someone waits
what a cross the wind carries and there are people who envy it
how much space for just one person thinks the one looking from the outside
How much field to run through, how much shade, how much sun
how much dryness turned it to dust, how much rain soaked it
how many tremble at your passing and how many laugh at you
your tears make fields bloom, your breath breaks the flower
What a cross the wind carries,
how bitter is its voice
the one who lives their destiny has more than enough reason
envy measures strength but does not measure pain
What a cross the wind carries
eyeless, invisible cardinal tendon of distance transparency of the goodbye that rolls
in itself eternal and agonizing
What a cross the wind carries, its breath breaks the flower
what cross will fall upon the soul of those who forgot to take care of it.