At certain times
I can see you
floating over the clouds
laying there,
relaxed yet alert
as if helping the horizon
keeping its straight line,
as if teaching the elements
to be merciful
to behave
Maybe announcing
maybe letting the elements know
you will not last forever
Then the elements
blend together in a whirlwind
(they know well their physics)
they seem to be conferencing
and finally
they give their joint present to you,
asking you
almost begging
to stay a little longer,
They give you in a pretty little box
all the colors and forms in the world
and all the lines and circles to be found
so that you can draw
forever
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