Blue

The sky is glistening In all tones of blue And the paintbrush Of the skilful painter Is gently sweeping the blue off The shadowy white moon Shaping it Into a hen´s deformed egg Into your oval face Into an irregular stain

Below the moony smudge, the bird pilot Is making its trajectory track As straight as a ruler Hidden in a pupil's pencil case On a school desk in a dull classroom Of long-winded explanations And given a homily now and then From behind a pair of spectacles Smelling funny Stinking of tedious years of repetition On and on and on again

And the paint's rubber Is erasing the aeroplane's messing

- With the blue

Is wiping away The plane's streaking the space With motor stripes White and opaque Obliterating the view to the Universe Soon to be dispersed - In the God's mouth Soon to be inhaled by the Goddess - Of Seas and Rivers and Streams - Lakes and Ponds watered with blue Soon to be dispensed with Deleted from the canvas of playfulness

- With gases contained in the roof

Of a human's atmospheric cage People are galloping around Without looking up Depriving themselves - Of the most beautiful Magical Marshmallow Hardly credible - Of the most wonderful Incredulous Rather sceptical The Smurfs day To be remembered only In front of the wintery fireplace