clouds running in the sky of america,
messengers of past and broken loves..
drawing imaginary continents and islands,
in the immensity of our pettiness..
yawning mouths of illusions,
fluid smiles,silent laughs..
clouds running in the sky of america,
artic blizzard,atlantic flow,
woolen strollers,passing by..
they stop at children bedside,
telling the peter pan story..
once,growing up,in vain,
searching the forgotten message..
clouds running in the sky of america,
childhood,fragments of poor memory,
wind teasing,go round mary..
o enigmatic herd,impassive buddahs,
what's your secret destination ?
last journey to the midnight of worlds,
slowly attracting me to the end..