I woke up in a cold bed, waiting for something
But all I could feel was nothing, nothing but a void
A void that I couldn’t fill, nor with smoke, nor with dreams…
From the place I’m writing these words, I feel like a bird, sitting, perched on a wall, feet hanging in emptiness. Starring at purple sky, everything feels so absurd…
It’s ten, and the sun’s gone since a few minutes.
The last breeze from this summer evening warms me, but as we’re getting closer to the gate I can feel it: fresh air coming out of the door, sixty degrees, as always…
Floating in the blue sky I wander, moving slowly into the air. Some people ask me if I am a cumulus, a stratus or even a cirrus, and I answer that I’m all of them…
Sailing on a river flowing down a hill
I’m resting in peace before the thrill
When finally, I saw it coming
Probably, the worst violent wind…
