Windy Autumn Days

What joyful memories it brings to me these windy autumn days.

From times I was so young that my father could take me in his arms and lift me up and high.
Or times in kindergarten when my pony tale would swing as I walked from side to side.
My long ago childhood and friends who were, by the time, swept away.
As were the drawings, made by us on the street with chalk, that the leaves covered and erased in a slow shade.

The last class at the end of the afternoon at high school days
With the sun slowly setting, as the wuthering winds would come to stay.
And, with that, the image of my school skirt flying up at the school's principal gate.
As fast as the wind, flushing, I would run away.

And then I remember, Oh, Windy Autumn Day!, when he came to tell me he had loved me all the way.

And then, many other winds, other autumns, other days.
Oh my God, time is running and rushing my age.

But, as happy as a child, in the wind I stay
Running to, from and into the strong winds with which I play.
Until the day I get exhausted and throw myself on the grassy floor
And the wind falls beneath me
As a good companion, my good old mate.