"Clouds" the poem
Clouds shared long whites Particles as beautiful as cold Of neutral feelings cut out Such as cellos and melodies Sometimes the strong wind blows them away… And stretch them, stretch them, stretch them, stretch them… stretch them… prolong them… disperse them…… Until the breath is the horizon And without a port there, they stay, on another bank... Who dresses in dreams. There are people for whom life is a zero game, Every sunrise, a sunset, At each birth, one death, Every hello, goodbye, With each confession, a misunderstanding, With every spell, a disenchantment. But with every hand that is touched, new life. With each disenchantment, a new corner Every corner, renewed charm With each suffering, a teaching With each circuit broken, a friendly port With every lie, a defense in crystalline drop In each silence, a melody And with every pain, love For each blank sheet, poem For each star, heat With every spell, a pityless departure Clouds are neutral, don't feel, And so, they are h...
