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- You see a single falling leaf and I think I know where the wind blows.

Far it is from the rolling uplands,
To the seas mighty eager eager,
Greetings from the mountains carries it to the sea,
Greetings from the sea ocean.
He blindly knowing not knowing
Any coercion or supervision,
The world is embracing the edge of the edge
Flying boldly and cheerfully.
Rushes without roads, as the horse is stubborn
Live as he wants, no Council!
Something to envy in the world?
Worthy of envy only the wind.

Soaring high in the sky kites won't let me go. Renouncing the earth, they dance under the capricious wind. What to expect from the wind - Mr. in the next moment? No one knew! It seemed that he brings them together and then separates, but without a fight they don't surrender. Sometimes they were a single entity, and it seemed it would last forever. But rising above the ground, they forgot - the wind changeable... it so happens that one of them cutting in front of another and moving away...

In this world of impermanence "be a breeze".
Because no two identical points of view on anything.
Today will carry this wind...
What brings joy to one,
Invariably hurts the other.

River, where there is no water, not a river...
And the wind froze in place, can not be the wind...
The marriage where there is no love, not marriage...

... remember how in the childhood we ran and the wind was beating in his hands, as if we had sprouted wings. Run and it seems that just about comes off the ground, but... something wasn't very good.

Time like the wind - it takes all lightweight and leaves all significant.

Not always a hurricane extinguishes sparks.
Sometimes it may turn them into a fire.

Usually, the wind on the river persistently blowing you forward, in whatever direction you're heading. He blows you a bone in the morning when you push off from the shore, and you spend the day rowing, cheering himself a foretaste of how nice it would be to go sailing. But in the evening it changes the direction and you remains nothing how again to paddle against the wind all the way home.

Be free like the wind!

The wind of your plans for your new hairstyle

... of all men, only the wind and shed a tear.
When the roll of fifty kilometers per hour, he takes you seriously.

Death is a bit like the wind: invisible, but perceptible force that is always ready to knock us off our feet.

Misery such a strong wind. I don't mean that he knocks us off the track. He breaks with us and we remain as they actually are, not as they would seem.