Yurik, already leaning on the stone, again dismayed by what the lone star was telling him, asked her.
"Will you give me that message and tell me who I have to give it to?" Will I go back to my world and remember everything, everything, even what made me sad?
"I can't answer that, Knight of the Wind!" Gaia will somehow clear your doubts in due course.
Yurik at that moment looking at the sky was scanning the space behind B'eila, Looking for the light of 3 very bright stars that formed a triangle had captured his attention, they looked so beautiful but he did not dare to ask him about them.
"Now can you tell me which of all the stars in this sky is my Sun?" I mean, to know more or less where my world is.
-Some of those stars is your Sun my dear friend, but if you want to find it it will be much easier for you to look for it within yourself.
Looking for the light of 3 very bright stars that formed a triangle had captured his attention, they looked so beautiful but he did not dare to ask her about them.
"Now can you tell me which of all the stars in this sky is my Sun?" I mean, to know more or less where my world is.
-Some of those stars is your Sun my dear friend, but if you want to find it it will be much easier for you to look for it within yourself.
Yurik messed his hair as a flurry of memories returned to his mind, trying to understand the situation.
-You know? That's why you fascinate me! You are very fine to explain, uh, with your way of telling me things; You leave me more and more entangled!
-Ha ha ha; Believe it or not! This is how you explain things in your poetry, and yet those who admire you understand them very well, you will understand what I tell you, And now she recites something that when you have that look half lost and like distracted, I know very well that one of your poems will return.
And Yurik, taking his harmonica out of his pocket, began to play it, thus trying to help his heart remember.
Man and wind.
Time passes...
And men give him their illusions and their fantasies.
Stop believing in goblins, ghosts and chimeras.
Letting himself be lost in the cold reality.
From a material world.
This is the story of a man
That he never wanted to stop being a child,
And without surrendering their illusions to time
He continued to believe in fairy tales.
Looking as if he were a prince charming.
To the beloved Princess.
His body learned to survive.
And his heart learned to dream
He tried to live life like this.
With his way of feeling
And he was overcome by reality,
From a material world.
Now he walks naked, with no suitcases to carry
But life, taking away from him,
his capacity to love.
Mixed feelings
As in a book of stories.
A child in love.
That it turned into wind.
Misunderstood wind, overflowing with love
The hero of some anonymous book
That no one wrote.
Man and the wind
Merged for a single reason
Not surrendering your illusions to time
Nor close his heart.
A man who created in love
True and Real Love
The one who gives himself without asking for anything in return
Love that doesn't need money.
That special feeling, which women let slip
When they put the reality of a maternal world first.
The Last Prince Charming
No horse and no sword.
That flying like the wind.
Look for the princess of his story.
Look for the beloved woman.