I jealously entrust
my thoughts
to a wind that certainly
will bring them away
beyond space and time
“for a kiss never given”
states the refrain of the song
transposition of images
eyes that don’t cry
lips that don’t smile
static nature of things
in a framework
that doesn’t want to vanish
fathers’ mistakes
fall as boulders
on childrens’ shoulders
the band
and happy music fills the streets
a group of kids
runs in the gardens
explosion of happiness and colors
brought by the balloons
of yesterday today and tomorrow
like a rainbow
that you don’t understand
where it comes from
and that will never
tell you
where it will go
