It was smaller before.
I didn't want any cloud, I'd rather watch the blue sky.
It's more calming, it's full and it can be apprehend in one glance.
When there are clouds, it's annoying.
Some can erase themselves easily, just passing by.
However, others persist and grow up.
Even when they're small, they're eye-catching.
If I wasn't observing it this much, I could have seen that the sky surrounding it was far beyond its reach, that this little amount of water was nothing compared to this infinite.
My gaze is slipping on this blue sky, then setting itself invariably on this little cloud, teasing me.
If I stare at it to much, I can forget the blue of the sky.
There's only it, the cloud.
It arrays istelf in warm colors, making me dream about an extraordinary elsewhere, full of mysteries.
It's covering a piece of sky, transforming it, making me desire what I can't see, what is hidden from me, making me want to explore its secrets.
This cloud troubles the quietness of the sky, moving it deeply by an emotional storm.
If this cloud gets too big, it'll cover up the sky in its whole.
But I know that its bewitching colors between pink and orange-crimson are fake.
My eye can percieve them because of the sun's trick.
When the cloud recovers everything, I'll lose the blue-tinged sky.
I will not be able to enjoy the sun's illusions either, they will fade.
The cloud will be black, terrifying.
A lot of water will flow for nothing much.
Just for one eye which slipped from the purity of the sky to the mysteries of a tiny little cloud.
July 2014
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