This is the story of a wind that chases and is chased.

A multitude of pasts spilling over into present emotions. 

A wind that conceals, that instigates the instinct of the forbidden, of flight.

Flights between abstract worlds described by tangible lives.

 

Flight is an experience of being that which chases the wind, and at the same time being that wind which chases other winds.  

The memories brought by the experience, of that wind, create the destinations to abstract worlds.

For those who fly there, it will be like walking in a story and being the tangible influence in an abstract setting. 

To the wind that allowed me to fly from one world to another and that I influenced with my tangibility, I would like to give it a name: WIND.

One day in another day, Vento came to me and introduced himself saying that he was a bearer of memories. He carefully explained to me that he was not bringing memories with him that day, rather he wanted to experience those moments together so that he could bring them back to me again another day. 

So, from that day on, in between gusts Vento began to accompany me. 

I began to understand how sometimes it can happen to be lifted into the air by winds that carry other people's memories, and to be able to travel to those unknown worlds where rare treasures are often found.

Years ago, long after Wind's arrival, as we listened to the sound of the flight all of a sudden he said to me, " I hope that you, in being me that I chase can see my image, conceive my form, perceive my appearance and that that memory does not fade but remains vivid in us."