Clouds ....
clouds .... continue to spend clouds ....
they all collapse height,
only things real now nothing between heaven and earth exist,
threats in the mist condensed into colorless
cotton flakes of dirt a hospital without walls ...
clouds .... continue to go through ....
... continue to go .....
(Pessoa)
poof.
everything is gone.
you I
I wonder if it is all invented.
as the child's invisible friend, that you can only see you. For others you can say anything, but you'll never believe, I do not ever see.
my child's eyes in front of you.
music in the background, your.
Why?
clouds as we are.
clouds in a sky blue, sometimes red, which could explode.
tears from the sky, from this world.
clouds as we allow ourselves to carry, as long as there loads of rain, suddenly.
as clouds fly beyond everything.
Eyes of my child ahead of them.
For a moment I sense an image and then .. poof ... nothing.
clouds, they never the same shape, and I can also wait for a cloud for ever the same, but she will not come. Yesterday I thought I sensed his form for a moment, elusive.
but clouds. have a way different from mine, I can only watch it go from a distance, continue the journey to new eyes, different from mine.
do not know if the clouds have a specific trip to be made, I do not know who should do before you turn back to that little girl, probably will not see it ever again.
But no matter, because she does not know.
I've seen that girl, watch the sky every day and waits.
wait that cloud, one that has seen a day for a moment, that has stopped, has shown its beauty and then poof ... is gone, on his way.
A victor,
good trip, man.
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