Letter to the wind

You are elderly, but you run fast. In the most beautiful evenings with your caress in my cheek, you draw me a smile. In the warmer days you make me feel cool, in the coldest nights you freeze me. You are smile, you are also sadness, when you get angry you destroy everything, tornado or hurricane you take back the thing you have given.  You're a breath of life and death, joy and punishment. . How many have not been able to say his last words because you run out of their senses? Where do you go when I don’t see you, when I don’t feel you, when you don’t a leaf? I do not care, but wind, who has inhaled you, who has raised his voice to protest. Tell me how many times you have whispered the song of love in the ears of the lovers. Tell me wind, the true history of the world, you know it, your eyes have cried wars, your autumnal breezes have dried the paintings by Michelangelo. And do not deny it, your arms air has held metal birds, birds of feather, and birds with broken dreams that fell from the heights. Please tell me about the deceptions speeches, whether those of Hitler or any virtuous politician. Note that I just want to know, because someone should tell us, where are the ashes of the deceased leaved at your luck, or if you're a great friend of the death. Please wind; tell me about the lies, about the superstitions of broken mirrors, about witches burned amid riots. Wind you're still alive, because death does not reach you, give me one second of your time do me a favor. With your magic transparent, go to the deeper part of a laugh and  get out of there very discreet. Please tell me to ear, of all, their secrets.