cloud again

Fragment of water
fighting the canyon
shortcuting trough rocks and falls
vain evasion to avoid the dispersion of atoms.

One morning I fell in love with the sedentary dew
of the riverside, but the dream
of a bee around a pomegrenate
broke paradise, teared me apart.

I wanted to go back in the inexorable
time which flows… but the next day
I was in another shore, kissing a different ground.

I’m running against my will
sliding trough the world and trough life.
Once I was pure spring, dissolvent rain,
simple mud in the waterfront.
Now I’im a river
longing for the sea,
my promised homeland.
When I arrive, I know you’ll be waiting for me
so that we can be a cloud again.

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