With the wind playing and the rain is humming,
With the wind that wanders into the bosom of antlers
And the wind that enjoys naughty volleys
Appear day coated murmurs. When the wind
mad delirium sarabands
And his ride décoiffe insolently
The sun gives her coat saddened
To stay despite him a star shining.
When the wind embraces movement as shy,
Whacked a short time to have been fellow,
The nymphs, naiads and chaste Sylphs,
It resumed its momentum and becomes whining.
Sometimes the wind falls asleep forgets his farandoles,
It forages over, leaving the rover,
It is called Njord, Amon, Vayu, Aeolus,
And like a newborn, needs heat.
recovery autumn but circumstances leave me no qualms about doing so and it allows me to cultivate my laziness especially current and future salute you nonetheless. May your day be beautiful!
Njord, god of wind, but also from the sea and fire in North Germanic mythology
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