It's a tower made of kites
which stands very high, above
a little man from Nepal, wearing
in his clothes and body, the stigmata
of a misery coming out from millennia:
it's incredible that so much weakness
is able to support, so high above him,
a castle made of wind and foolish hopes
that makes one trust in the future.
as he passes, and goes far away,
the wind makes those wings buzz
with a very irriverent vibrato.