Los caminos del viento

That same moon
that reflects in a puddle
Is the same one shining in your eyes
It can be hidden
by storm clouds
A wind can clear the sky.

That same wind
that can put out a fire
Can revive the dying flame
Blows like a breeze in the summer morning
And shortly after, it's a hurricane.

We are those clouds
traveling with the wind
We are discovering our destiny.
We are like the lightning
riding the storm
Already anticipating what will come.