Withered clouds

Two flowers bloom in the sky, in the lost gaze of any passerby. What you see are two flowers, two flowers that swim through the sky as if it were the sea, they flutter and make their hearts play with each other. However, it's nothing as extraordinary as the sky or the stars, because the flowers wither.

Those two flowers withered in the afternoon, when the sky was looking for a single color between the most beautiful mixture of the day and his clouds. At night the flowers burst into screams, tears and longing. So they stopped being flowers to be fishes and swim between their tears, watered in the sky. Now they swim in their own pain, but they turned it into something beautiful.

So I can assure you that even if you leave, my desire to caress your body as if it were a cloud will prevail, until my heart cries for wanting to die by your side. I just want that.