The fat, white cloud appearing behind the old olive trees,
You know me,
We have met before,
In the waves of the Mediterranean sea
we have embraced many a times,
with joy and fear,
In the air that I breathe,
In the dampness that I wipe off,
the jasmine that I love to smell,
the salamender hiding in the corners,
the coffee, the cake, the icecube in the rosé wine,
…
The water flowing in my body
feels the freedom of the sky.
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