The world's breath
The wind was blowing hard yesterday.
I slept only few hours and it was sunday.
There was sun indeed and the wind was blowing hard.
It raised accumulated dust from the ground, and made it swirl in the air.
So I had dust in my eyes.
It tore green leaves from trees, we're not in autumn, we're in spring.
I was walking on a carpet of green leaves.
And there was a dead pigeon.
But it wasn't sad because it was lying on soft green grass.
A newspaper was flying and it get stuck against a street light.
It was flaping its paper wings in vain.
The wind brought me white rose's fragrance.
Their stem were curved to the right, to the left.
And there were big insects on their petals.
The strong wind drove clouds away .
So I saw blue in the sky.
The wind was moving the branches of the poplars.
It was making very loud noises and the streets were empty.
So I heard nothing but the song of the wind.
And I had my hair in front of my eyes, I couldn't see clearly.
The wind brought spores in my nose and in my throat.
So I coughed.
And sometimes there were spores in my hair.
A white sheet was hanging out, it was fluttering in the atmosphere.
It made the shades dance strangely.
Sometimes it seemed the afternoon was an unconscious dream.
But you were with me.
And my nephew was sleeping in his stroller.
So I knew everything was alright.
I didn't stop and went my way.