What do you think of the clouds?
are they the image of softness? lightness? dream? a promise of rain? the shelter of stars? a place for the eye to rest from the infinity of the sky?
Are they the sheath of thunder? or are they wind made visible? or just a metaphor of nature's unending clash against itself?
Should you look at them, breathing the majesty of the elements, or concentrate on the earth below, silently sweeped by their shadows? will you notice their passing, just by the enshadowment of the man next to you? will you ever pay attention the tiny clouds running on the back of his eyes? or didn't you notice even that he was staring at you?
His name is Aristophanes.
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