golden bracelets and flags
ambergris and boats
what moves these clouds 
let them go
the heart too small
or too big
and who knows when 
oblivion will call
so I take the stairs
saying to myself
there are people on every floor
who are whispering 
see everything you can
a star a cloud
the difficult things 
and laughter
your tears
the head a little heavy
and are those soap bubbles 
or stones
we hold so carelessly
we are walking
our veins full of blood
and look
the ground is very big
and you are thirsty
we stop
before a little shade
it is some trees of course
and I remember
what it was you were saying 
paradise 
paradise 
paradise