At nightime, the house is carried away by the wind.
The wind penetrates it
The wind knocks the door
and pounds its way through
even if nobody answers.
As the wind enters,
the wooden floor creaks,
and this sound crosses
the large room from side to side.
The wind runs below the house,
through the space between the soil and the stilts,
making its way between the door and the windows
and circulating between the openings
on the opposite sides of the roof.
The wind caresses the bedek walls
and the bamboo furniture vibrates
as the air comes through.
The windows squeak with pleasure
and slowly the house swells.
It swells proud like a sail on a boat
racing fast through the ocean,
brought by the currents and the wind.
This continuous motion
annihilates its weight and,
in a gust of wind,
the house is lifted up in the sky.
Leaves and branches
sway among the air currents coming from the sea,
and this symphony of sounds
accompanies the house in its ascent.
Up there, surrounded by the stars,
the Big Red Full Moon welcomes it in the universe.