The dragons are humble today.
Made of red paper they're floating in the blue sky.
We're not hungry,
we're not cold,
we're relaxed sitting in linen chairs
near the sea.
Half asleep we're listening to the waves
leaving the foam in the sand and pebbles.
Half asleep we perceive the tide licking the boats.
Half asleep we're watching the seagulls
dancing between two worlds.
The sea is always the same.
Dragons change their skin,
but remain the same.
Only we are so volatile,
no one in the world is like us:
today we are sea and waves
and tomorrow we're the stone-garden_trees.
I do not know what is going to happen later.
What the puzzle will be.
Which cosmic particles,
waves_fluctuations_vibrations
our Gods will create the hearts
for our future dragons
on another planet.