Clouds

Charles Bondler asks stranger, in his homonymous mood, who most loves this enigmatic man.

stranger denies the love of parents, friends, home, beauty and gold in succession.

"-E! So, what do you love stranger strangers? "

"-I love the clouds ..., the clouds that pass ..., over there ..., the beautiful clouds!"

The presence of clouds in our everyday life has something overwhelming.

Like Zeppelin, some of the far-reaching totalitarianism supervises our entire external activity.

They constantly whisper a threat. Especially when they gather together together when they feel the safety of the crowd to confirm their vengeful nature. Then they break into unscrupulous sentences.

Burning water and fire to anyone in their path.

The futility of putting them in the clouds has determined the relationship of people with them from their first contact.

The man learned to love the clouds precisely because he could not tame them.

After then exhausted everything else and everything else was over, the relationship shifted.

More clouds do not threaten, but they roam, reminding people of its limits.

Because even if the old fear has now been transformed into disdain, or even annoyance, the clouds are going in exactly the same way over our heads.

Reminding us that these - now goods but threatening yesterday - have not succeeded in burying them.

More wander than journey, more than wonder, the clouds are constantly moving.

But they are not the ones that change shape. The look of the viewer changes.

It shows there desires and fears, images and memories. Every time the cloud - even if it does not look like it at all - takes the form of the observer.

That's why two observers never coincide with the same conclusion about what the similar cloud is spreading in front of them.

The fluidity of the clouds determines an uncertain horizon. Thus, the distant is simultaneously and incomprehensibly, unknown, foreign.

The clouds define the natural as a puzzle, what surrounds us and was here before us as something unknown, often impenetrable.

Nature as a whole has a shape similar to that of the cloud.

Geometry is equally disturbed and relativs geography.

Even if she stays firm, rooted in trees and mountains, she travels. And all thanks to the clouds.

In his attempt to appropriate the mass and the way of the clouds, man invented foggars, exhausts, cigarettes.

And it is not accidental the price it pays for this disturbance of balance.

The two first saturate nature (the nature, which in its entirety is similar to that of the cloud), and smoking kills people.

Trying to achieve something more painless, man tried to put the clouds into language through a series of simulations and transports.

Although weird thinking is the correlation and the likeness of the clouds with the sheep, it is not wrong.

But not in terms of the shape or similarity of the clouds with the sheep's sheep.

But mainly because both species are threatened by the jaws of a herd that lurks (what the herd that shelters the clouds to make a bite, I will not admit it.) The other herd is - of course - that of the wolves.

Old people used the clouds to fill pillows.

But it soon became known that many people were allergic.

It was common for those few unlucky to suddenly wake up in a fall of 3,000 meters with their eyes opening with one of the clouds.

These little know about the clouds. And one more.

The poet, as far as I know, remains - as long as he continues to achieve the right word - a steady shepherd of the clouds.