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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Thank you very much! A big hug 🙂
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