When, not being tracked by anyone,
I was roaming the city, looking for inspiration,
I would look into the summer sky -
Endless, clear, embroidered with clouds.
First I saw a dragon -
It would fall from the celestial heights,
Drawing in our deep thoughts
And wild instincts.
It was 2017.
Then I saw a swan.
It would slide all over the sky,
Twinkling and blinking.
It was 2018.
Then I saw a tulip.
I didn't inhale its beauty,
But it was unattainably elegant.
It was 2019.
I fell asleep in a beautiful garden,
And woke up with several business cards
In my plastic bag.
Do clouds sometimes click with us?
