I knew him well,
the man who looked at the clouds
he saw so many things
in all those strange shapes, him
he saw us a new world
like a dream there to be taken
but he never got there.
I remember one fine day
there was a white cloud,
I told her she looks like an ogre
while he seemed to be an angel to him
maybe because everyone sees
only what he wants to see
and then, a bit like the truth.
It's a story like any other
maybe someone has already heard it
it can be changed
yet always the same will be
the history of humanity.
And of clouds
they have passed by now
and they will pass even more than ever before
from here
they will pass by.
Now that he will be older
that my noble heart friend
what he sees in his mirror
I wanted to ask him this
but they told me that he was lost
in the clear of a clear sky
now .. no one knows where it is
I knew him well,
the man who looked at the clouds,
perhaps out of need of love
perhaps out of need of fairy tales
and that basically everyone believes
only what he wants to believe
a bit like the truth.
It's a story like any other
maybe someone has already heard it
you can change,
yet always the same will be
the story that everyone will experience in time
You can change and yet always the same will be
the history of humanity.
And clouds have passed by now
and they will still pass on us
still on us ...