Concrete streets morph into cocoons that root skyscrapers that reach the high hazy skies where you and I coexist
We fly high , our monarca wings carry the days as heavy as they may be
High but rooted reminiscing about life
Triply days make waves like the flat piedrita you last skipped through the river
A blurry reflection
Turbulent
Soon it will all be clear
Not so heavy
Just high