I take a deep breath in the morning
in the garden where the lilacs blossom
And gently step forward
to the spiral staircase made of glass

Climbing up this ladder to the sky
the cities grow distant before my eyes
And on top of the roof above the clouds
I open my backpack

This is just an extra
from an old kid's magazine
Foldable binoculars
with 8.4x

I can see, I can see it
I understand, I understand it

I can hear the sound of the bells of a caravan that crosses the Sahara
And can see the Parisian who runs away
from the station to the main street

And then I write about
only the good things in life
and this superb view
on my online blog
Where are you waiting?
I am smiling having these joys and sorrows
Let's do something nice
after this journey.