Purple Clouds swaying at dusk
As if hugging tightly my longing that doesn't want to be separated from the desire to have YOU
There is a longing and love similar to that of a clove cigarette lover who smokes cornhusk
Unbearable longing is like a cloud that is ready to spew its longing over the earth and that is YOU

The sun was already dim and leaving only a dim light
Smiling shyly the moon grinned at the horizon
Everything goes according to spaceflight
Indeed, all have their respective roles, but different in love like the water that never stops flowing in the Amazon

Clouds are still clouds even though reincarnating and returning from steam to water, they are still clouds and it is the same as my growing love
Oxygen, although never seen, still has a meaning and role similar to love, which is never seen but real
Everything looks beautiful with the knick-knacks hereinabove
The witness of that beauty is the atmosphere that still protects that beauty in real

All are enjoyed
All believed and displayed