Eolo Poem by Darlan M Cunha

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He changes the dunes from place
that makes you close your burning eyes
that pushes the cover lightly or brutally
of seas and rivers, revoluting beaches
and tsunami-like villages, Ave, Caesar
those who will continue to live do not greet you!

He enters the tiniest of frestres, and enlarges them
he balances trees as if they were ropes
and he bites the cables of the ships, and releases them

and drops even men and women in the streets
turning the cars around like they were toys.
I fulfill myself, I know my fatE.