The answer, my friend,...

... is blowing in the wind... though there is no wind in this big-small city I have started to inhabit. I need, anyway, to be winded up a bit. Like dust in the wind, I'm carrying myself on the streets, busy, bored and tired. yet with a big smile on my face. Inside my heart-the wind of love... and the wind of change... my bad old days-oh, now, they are all gone with the wind-let-s hope.