In the clouds white dreaming
Taking as less as possible with me
No extra jeans nor summer pjs
When have I resumed collecting things?
There’s nothing else you might need
But whatever carries your own package-skin around
In the clouds pink dreaming
Taking as less as possible together with me
No saggio books nor commitment-ring
When have I forgotten The Source?
The Source of all my knowledge
Inside the package-skin I always carry around
In the stormy clouds day dreaming
Taking only what’s inside my right pocket
Metamorphosing into myself all over again