In every step — the wind Not loud — a touch of light Like a step in the air — nameless Walking on stones — without thinking A smile — like a shadow at sunset Lines stay silent — only the distance breathes And ahead — always nothing The wrinkles of the horizon — hidden Where the sea — touches the edge And the sun — like silence You — move — air Like a wanderer — without a beginning In every day — only emptiness And always — something else But the light promises neither sleep Nor flowers — only the voice of the wind