Looking at the sky

Walking is an art,
and is also looking,
I never stop doing it,
And if I do, you would not see me anymore.

The sky changes with time,
I stop to play with the shapes of the clouds,
or what imagine it could be,
I follow the path,
I do not get carried away,
spend the slow minutes,
like the waves of the sea,
without realizing I have traveled attentively,
everything when looking,
how beautiful is the eternal sky,
Now I'm going to breathe ...