Sitting in the deck chair's resting arms
with the coffee-cup in my right hand
the smoke from the cigarette dances away

Some black dots concern on itself high there up

I behold the clouds' advance
as reminds me about a series newspaper
stripped as a whole, blue plaster and gray

oh it is of course swallows

the imagination bolts away to imaginary pictures
On the sky, a canard sails and one wolf
after chases a dragon in the wind

The swallows that dance in wind

The heat and green can caresses minds
evoking last years' memories
the eyes delight carcasses among cloud wads' game

and the swallows fly highly today

What new during the sun will happen
playing easily flies seagulls past
over the town's, rhythm stressed

I establish that. . .
the swallows fly quite highly today. . .

yes it sees out to become still one
wonderful sun caressing day
as cotton against my skin

damn . . .
what the swallows fly highly today!

- can you see them
high up there?