The wind can keep the answers for himself

(Translated from the Spanish version 'Las respuestas que se las lleve el viento')

The answer is blowing in the wind. (Bob Dylan)

I like feeling the wind
Caressing my eyelids, my face,
Slightly raising my chest and my arms,
Encouraging me to fly.

And then I like to close my eyes,
Stop feeling my feet
Like chains tied to the ground
And dream that I fly
With the wind.

All of us learnt how to fly as children
- My father taught me -
And you never forget to fly,
Just as you never forget to ride a bike.
You only need to believe.

Bob Dylan used to say that the answers
Are blowing in the wind.
That is also why I like feeling the wind,
Listening to the whispering of the answers
That touch my ears for a second
And then fly away.

Someone who uselessly tries to capture the wind in artificial containers
Can try to capture the answers too.
I just watch them approaching and then flying away,
And I feel a bit of frenzy but I smile.
I am so happy without the answers,
With my doubts and my face against the window,
Watching how the sun rises for a new day
And the trees start to smile reflecting the light.
They smile because they do not have answers either.