Clouds

The times I go to work I don’t question much

I just do it

This kind of automatism can kill

In my attempt to escape automatic behaviours

I am looking for improvisations

I let the child that lives inside me out every morning and see it

sharing the space with other people who are swimming inside their own sea of thoughts

I love to put a smile on people’s faces using the innocence of that child that lives inside me


The times I go to work are the early times

The sky is that large theatre stage curtain

revealing a show of colours for the new day


Today I witnessed with my very own eyes

how the sky would look like if universe was a painter

Sometimes I wonder if the colours of nature

do even compare to the colours painters use


I want to talk about the shapes of the clouds,

the freshness of the sky,

the soul of those colours that create eventually

this floating sky miracle

But I can’t…


A good friend sitting next to me is helping me find the words

I can see the sparkles in her eyes as she observes the clouds

Two kids together now in front of this wonder…


I am taking some notes for later so that I can put this happening into words

But I can’t…

I feel weak in front of that beauty

I just feel that I would like to be the wind,

float up there in between the soft clouds

and take something from their constantly changing colours

Be part of the painting…

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