Beyond the heat of the soul,
the sky was full of clouds
clouds running one after another,
eternally traveling
like the sons of the sublime, wasteful
looking for the hidden star in the thrilling trap.
They were looking for their way
through the questions, begging
with a wise sadness, remaining indebted to me
with some suave whispers until the dawn
leaving behind only echoes to the devouring soul.
It was a late autumn evening
with colourful nature music
with a pale light on the streets
suffocated by traitorous people
leaving a mist of words between me and life,
escaping sometimes...
escaping from the clouds of clandestine thoughts,
waiting for you to come down.
And you came!