Sometimes is small and pretty. Sometimes is big and ugly. Sometimes is a maiden, and other times a plebeian. Sometimes is elegant and distinguished, other times is neglected and flattened.
It has the gift of talking but the poor thing is mute and I do not have the slightest doubt that you cannot let it go.
It tells the wind what is coming. And do not pay attention whether is fat or skinny because sometimes it makes a lot of noise but you cannot live without it.
It cannot be compared to anybody and it cannot be stopped, because if you try to cover it, it will kill you first.
Who is it?
The Nose.
