It's nice to lie on a comfortable lounge,
on the terrace on the top of your building,
and to see the clouds slowly advancing
like a large herd of fat cows
which pasture, grazing the blue sky
until they slowly change their shape:
if you notice it, changing their appearance
has the same rythm as your breathing,
and creates the adagio of a symphony
completely silent, but filling your chest
with a deep and really rousing peace.