Là dove soffia il Mistral 

"He's my darling: I called him Mistral. You wanted magnificence, and you won't be disappointed: he's a pestiferous child, a delinquent whose gusts can exceed one hundred kilometers per hour. He has a personality that would turn the oxen to shame, and he always gets up to no good of all colors. It will be adored or detested, but everyone will surely remember it and it will leave its mark. It will strip the region, penetrate it to the body and remove its cloud cap on bad weather days."

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Taken from Il Canto del Mistral - Olivier Mak-Bouchard