THIEF OF WIND (Ladra di vento)

thief of wind: when you caress my hair whit your frozen tips..me, thief of wind..When you touch on the wings of the light with the end of your fingers..me, thief of you, thief of wind..when I'm on the street and blow so fast into the alleys for break every glasses at the windows of your eyes..me, Thief of wind..thief of wind up the sea, I steal for me the intrusive force of the waves..I want to wet my skin whit all that salt and want to dip my body among the green seaweeds of your depth....I want let myself rock by you, drown by you.. want you take me into your water's chest and please don't let me go back to the land...non lasciare che i miei polmoni siano pieni se non di te... take me with you.. I'll wait for another wave..I will be this wave with all its fury against the land..untill, maybe, the wind will steal me another time and I'll play with the wings of the sea-gulls che rincorrono la scia di una nave..and I will be the wind che gonfia le vele che mi allontanano dalla spiaggia..and I will be another time at your feet... and I will be another time only a thief of wind: the wind that lives into ours thoughts, the wind joints me to you