My pillow dives in a cloud of your sky, in a dream belonging to you.
I never expected to witness so many visionaries up in the air.
The world is full of doubtful about love, and my feelings keep lurking under a cloud of foolishness.
Darling, I need to protect my gardens, my sacred music, and my happiest recollections concerning you.
My flowers continue on dancing, and my cloud is falling for your soft lips.
The land is thirsty for the rain.