I am a bird in flight,
that’s why I took the wind’s colour,
that’s why
I don’t stay on any shoulder.
If I do so, they’ll bring too
the colour of the wind
converting their sole
into storm.
When I want to rest for a while
I am opening from my wing
only a feather....a sharp one,
I put it for a moment
on the shoulder
so he could know and should not forget
that I am alive:
watching what I am doing
where are going
my thoughts,
my words,
my footsteps,
my facts.
There are many birds in flight
and not all of them
want to rest for a second only,
but they are alighting,
leaving an arid field under them.